MY BOYS CLOBBERED THE WHITE SOX 10-3 <333 We left at the top of the ninth and missed the Red Sox’ last run scored, but holy crap, it’s freakin’ COLD OUT. A half hour in the car and ten minutes at home and only now do I have feeling back in all of my extremities.
And Scott Hairston on my Metsies hit for the cycle even though they gave up the game 13-9 fuckdammit. Four for you, Hairston. You go, Hairston.