but you have to actually *give* me something to believe in

i can't even talk about it. Schill. man of steel. man of bloody sock. pitches 2 innings & takes a one hour rain break and *then* comes back to pitch through the 7th & leave with his win number 15 tucked securely under his arm, as he tips his hat to the adoring fans of RSN. and then THEY come in & give it away. just like that. i hope they didn't give up any October plans because the bullpen is quite clearly done playing for the season. i can't even be mad. they have sucked all the ability to feel right out of me.

found some comfort--the vague sort like when ibuprofen takes the edge off the headache but doesn't make it completely go away--in reading "You know we've got to find a way: Red Sox 2006 Edition" and "That which doesn't kill you will make you stronger" from Feeding the Monster.

and with that, just like the 2006 Boston Red Sox, i think i've had enough. i'm drained & i'm ready to just lay down.