Great win for the Sox last night.  Looks like they’re finally pulling their shit together.  Optimistic me had the balls to read a preview of a game this morning for the first time in weeks, and… Lackey’s pitching.  I’m gonna fuckin’ lose it.  Baseball’s supposed to be an escape from the stress inducers in everyday life.  But now it’s just become part of the list.  I gotta deal with visa applications, financial aid employees who won’t return my emails, packing for a 3 month trip, and THIS is the shit the Sox do to make me feel better?  FUCK THIS.

John Lackey is the baseball equivalent of being locked in a room with Charlie Sheen, some razor blades and a kilo of coke for three hours.  His ERA is 6.30.  SIX.  As in the number of months he’s had to lower it!  As a way to cope with the anxiety that is slowly driving my life into a state of anarchy, here is a list of things that are not as high as John Lackey’s ERA:

• A perfect grade point average (4.0)
• The number of beers/abs in a six-pack (6)
• Dustin Pedroia (5’9)
• The number of World Series titles the Red Sox have won in the last century (6)
• Wiz Khalifa
• The number of Boston Celtics on the court during a game (5)
• The number of states in New England (6)
• The Red Sox team ERA (4.09)
• Everyone in the state of California put together

AHHHHHHHH

Deuces