my brain hurts...

last night was just a debacle. the a-rod fiasco leading seamlessly into the swat team's arrival moving nicely into tony clark striking out to end the game with two runners on. i'm not overly confident in kevin brown, but i also feel that the yanks will be able to solve wakefield tonite and that varitek will again be unable to catch that thing and allow us some movement on the base paths. i'd be lying if a said i wasn't nervous. i am hating the f'ing sawx right now like its my job. i could hear the sox fans outside of off the wagon chirping last night, but then i heard a ruckus/fracas and the chirping mysteriously stopped. what i don't understand, is if these mass holes love boston so much, why did they move to new york? why can't they go back to feverishly eating beans and stopping drinking at 1 in the morning? my hatred for boston is so complete that i don't think i ever want to go back to that shitburg. f the sawx. first place yankees. yanks in seven.