Headed to the Red Sox/Yankees game today and then out for Mike’s birthday. This weekend has been so lovely, and I’m so happy. I’m going to go drink my coffee, get some Thai food and bliss out for a bit.


I might be weeping; that is to say, I am weeping.

Red Sox at Philles, May 20, 1:35 pm
Red Sox at Orioles, May 21, 7:05 pm
This will happen. IT WILL, damn it.


I’m the only one that cares, right? Checking sports news in a bar and actually texting people about this decision?
It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m totally normal.
Lol, WHAT Pedey? You’re ridiculous and I love you.

Deets here.
And I seem to be the only one who isn’t completely frowny face. Weird. (I mean, I still miss Tito like hell, obvs…)
NOW IF WE COULD ONLY GET SOME COMPETENT PITCHING, JFC.
Though, yes, now that she says it, I mirror Meg’s sentiments:
Meghan: …he needs to go get some lessons from Belichik about dealing with the media for it to work. Tell them NOTHING and it will be fine. But he definitely isn’t someone who has done that historically. And if he is coerced into saying ONE thing that even slightly nudges a player in front of the bus, I could see it exploding.