can i call you? do you still hate me?

I'm sorry I don't post that much anymore, Handful. I wish I could remember what I wrote about last year. I guess I could write about Boston, but they don't belong to me like Pawtucket does.

So here is this: on the Friday night when Boston won the division (against Minnesota), I could see the guys in the bullpen with their arms over their heads, waving? tapping? snapping? WHAT? Ok, they were banging water bottles onto the front inside part of the bullpen roof. Bang bang bang, BANGBANGBANG!

So I'm sorry I didn't tell you this but I went to the game last night. You know, the one with the losing. And I was a few rows back from the Red Sox bullpen. During the Boston at-bats you could hear the drumming. Like feel it. Individual drum songs as written by the Boston Relief Corps. Better than your high school marching band. You couldn't help but clap with them. When "LET'S GO RED SOX" would start, the bullpen would finish. With cowbell. BOOM BOOM, BOOMBOOMBOOM. Commendable drumming from Timlin and his crew.

The losing wasn't so bad. It was my persistant, hacking TB cough. I could have died. And I can't hate on Gagne too much. He's a little lost, is all.

And Javier Lopez will always be okay with me. Pawtucket stock. Relentless handsomeness.

One more Q: What was going on with Ryan Garko? Was he being a jerk to the fans?

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