Pawtucket reaches championship, is rained on and dies.
Annual Septemberish melancholy. And nostalgia! Nostalgiacholy? I should have. I should have been there.
Doesn't the baseball season poke its finger into October? I remember Camden Yards in October! No October games this year? What am I going to do?
What I am going to do is go to Fenway next week in mittens for a PBE and hope it soothes me. I suspect it won't be too hard to find tix. I will trade this ugly framed picture of an owl for Red Sox tickets:
If I don't get tickets for it I will dissemble the picture on live television to reveal what is probably wads of cash hidden in the frame.
PAWSOX I WAS ONLY KIDDING!! I LOVE YOU PLEASE COME BACK!