Just as I was starting to forget what it felt like to be a Red Sox fan they did what only Kim Kardashian can do better, they blew it. I saw this thing coming a mile away yet for some reason I'm still trying to pick my jaw up off the floor. I knew from the get go our pitching could be a problem, and as soon as they went down to St. Pete and got swept by the Rays I knew they were gonna shit the bed. Yet the sox fan inside of me continued to fight with my brain like that awkward couple that keeps breaking up and getting back together. It's unacceptable for any team let alone a team with a 180 million dollar payroll to go 7-20 in the final month of the season. The most disturbing part of all was the after the game there were more "I's" than "we's".
You had Adrian Gonzalez pissing and moaning about how it was the most physically demanding season he's ever had because the sox had to play so many Sunday night games and how it wasn't in God's plans for the team to make it to the playoffs. Boo fuckin hoo. I'm sorry Adrian that no one wants to watch the Padres play on Sunday Night baseball but if you didn't want to be in the spotlight you should have stayed there. On top of Gonzalez whining about the travel schedule you got Tim Wakefield's talking about coming back next year not to help the team win a championship, but to get 207 wins and become the all time leader for the sox. It's disgusting.
I'm not gonna do a breakdown of the game and go on and on about how a guy who wants big money blew the biggest game of the year and how the 20 million dollar man dropped a ball that Dante Bichette could have caught because it should not have come down to game 162. The sox blew the biggest lead in the history of baseball. They were playing to their potential in the summer and thought they could just turn on cruise control and coast to the postseason. Unfortunately, the team shit themselves, fell asleep at the wheel, and crashed into the front window of the drug store like a man with Alzheimer's.
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