Doesn't quite roll off the tongue as well as Bucky Fucking Dent or Aaron Bleeping Boone but the Sox season came to a near-abrupt halt last night. I'd be a lot more devastated if they kept me teetering on the brink like the last two years but now it feels like a mere shoulder shrug away from getting over it.
On the other hand, I do take much perverted pleasure in Randy Johnson's line last night in Game 3 against the Angels:
On the other hand, I do take much perverted pleasure in Randy Johnson's line last night in Game 3 against the Angels:
3.0 IP, 9 H, 5 R, 5 ER, 0 BB, 2 K, 2 HR.
Yummy. Thanks, Randy.
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