Retreat. Return.

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I've missed you.

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Over.

It's over.

I'm over it.

Let's start over.

Streak-ing.

Everyone was talking about the streak of the Red Sox beating the Angels 11 consecutive times in the playoffs.

11.

That's two sweeps, '04 and '07, and one heart breaker in '86.

That's all everyone cared about.

But after last night everyone in Boston had to swallow that lump in their throat and remember:

The Angels had beaten Boston six times in a row during this season.

At Fenway.

Yeah, that streak, Boston.

:)

Superstitious.

Baseball fans are horribly superstitious.

You know how much?

The first two games the Angels lost I was at home. Not wearing my Angels cap.

So I wear the cap all day today and watch the game away from home and they win.

See.....

Ew. Sorta.

I remembered that one of the few songs I learned how to play on guitar early on was that stupidly catchy SR-71, yeah remember them?, song "Right Now."

I guess it's more of a confession. The song pretty much blows. But it's catchy.


Now, "Closing Time" that's a song you could really sink your teeth into.

Game 1.

Boston 4 - Angels 1


It hurts. But I'm used to it.

This is far from over.

Bring on Friday.