Well that was no fun. No fun at all.

Staring at the television with all of my energy and intensity and knowing it only goes as far as the damn screen. OMG, I could have choked every single one of those Red Sox players last night. Where was the plate discipline? Where was the timely hitting? How in the hell do you make it to the ALCS and not drive in at least one freakin' runner with the bases jacked and NO OUTS? Are you kidding me?

It seemed as if the Red Sox were mortal tonight and that's not something I've been accustomed to seeing this year, so it was a little shocking. I found myself doing the old losing Red Sox routine. You know, swaring at the television, saying mean things about their intelligence level and their sexual orientation. It was one of those games that, to me, is very hard to swallow. A winnable game that I didn't for a second(alright when Tek hit the home run maybe a second) feel like we could win.

I couldn't pick up the feeling of the Red Sox team as a whole. They seemed relaxed but almost defeated. From the get go they seemed somewhat beaten. It was weird and didn't give me a good feeling from the moment I sat down. Did they not do their homework on this guy Westbrook?

And where was the base stealing? I mean, if the bats aren't making doubles you got to manufacture runs. Breathe some damn life into the game, anything!!

I don't know, we just seemed lifeless, and that does not make me feel good having to sit down for another four hours and watch this team sulk.