So it's off to the post-season for another year, but somehow it doesn't seem like quite that big a deal. The fact that the Sox not only make it to the playoffs via the wildcard, but also that it didn't matter what they did today once the Indians lost leaves me with a sort of "yeahhhhhh, so what" feeling.
Frankly, they don't deserve to be in the playoffs this year. With a few exceptions (Ortiz, Wakefield, Manny when he feels like it), they've played indifferently for much of the season, they've thrown away games that the kids playing kickball over at the playground could have won, and there have been too many moments where Terry Francona seems to have been posessed body and soul by the malignant spectre of Grady Little.
Bleah.
So the baseball season winds down, and once the post-season is over, we'll have to figure out something else to do with ourselves in the evening besides watching the games and making snarky comments about the quality of play via AIM. I dont watch football, myself, since I don't really understand what's happening -- but since Ms Zhakora has pointed out that certain members of the Patriots posess outstanding gluteal development, I may be forced to reconsider.
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