bktheirregular | The reaction

I went to the movie, like I planned to. Caught the seven-fifteen of Sky Captain. Fairly enjoyable, but somehow ... I was expecting more.

Then I came home, and saw a glimpse of the game on the TV.

A red six.

A blue zero.

And my goddamned legs folded up like matchsticks under me.

Literally. Down on the deck like a ton of bricks, everything I was carrying went spilling down the corridor, and I just flat-out couldn't move for five, ten minutes.

It's too much. It's just a goddamned game, right? Men playing a child's game, and people live or die by the results.

OK, Red Sox Nation, go ahead and celebrate. But if you're going to gloat at the expense of my team, check your life insurance policies.

Maybe that wasn't clear. Let me rephrase.

[Invective deleted by Red Sox Nation's Department of Homeland Security. A shoot-on-sight order is being issued against bktheirregular on the charge of Thoughtcrime against Red Sox Nation.]

Now, if you'll all excuse me, I'm going to bed. I plan to be up and about soon.

Say, around June.

Of the year 2505.

Until then, anybody wants me, leave a message.