My apologies if this is even less coherent than usual. Watching the Red Sox get outscored, 67-13, over a five-game losing streak will do that to a person.
The Sox are such a free-falling, neglected disaster that I swear they’re messing with our brains. I actually caught myself saying this to my dad this weekend: Hey, at least the Jays didn’t score 30 on ‘em.
You think you’re making a valid point, and suddenly you realize you’re making about as much sense as Kevin Millar trying to explain doggone quantum physics.