There is No Such Thing as a Tie

35 Cleveland Indians can eat my ass for their performance over the past weekend, which allowed the Y*****s to steal their 8th straight division title without a one-game playoff to break the tie. The Red Sox win two 17-1 games and a 10-1 finale this year, but ten losses in nineteen head-to-head games (way too many, if you ask me) give the Most Hateable Team in the History of Sports (that's right, even without Clemens) another nauseating title.

After catching Friday's game at 21 Nickels in Watertown with Jill, Colleen, and Uncle Burt, who made the trip from LA in time for the apocalypse, I got away from the rest of the ugliness by helping Jeff move (wiping single tear) to New York on Saturday, making a spontaneous trip to Jen and Charlie's new place in Rhode Island for board games on Saturday night, and doing everything but picking apples at an orchard in Sturbridge with various family members today.

Not many comments on the songs list so far.

F the Y*****s.