If the Red Sox can't win well then maybe Manny can lose

Feeling no satisfaction from today's shittay Red Sox game (9-1?!  with Lester on the mound?!?!  really??!?!) I now find myself watching the Phillies-Dodgers game and rooting against Manny.  Am I really that joy-less?

Perhaps.  As someone at work said, my "honeybun" has left me.  For Chile!  For a month!  It turns out that when you are going somewhere for a month, you do all this real and mental preparation for it, so you're not so stunned when it happens.  But when someone DESERTS YOU for a month, yeah, you just end up pretty much blindsided, which sort of captures how I feel.  I'm lonely and I guess tomorrow I will be less lonely because I have work but man, it is such an adjustment, living alone!  It turns out I really haven't ever done it.  I've obviously lived sans Colin before, but sans roommates too?  I think there was one week at the end of my time in Boston where everyone else had already left.  But that was only a week.  A WHOLE MONTH!

I guarantee that a week from now, I will find this less mystifying and be bringing out the positive, but right now, I am realizing that my longest in-person (not phone) contact with humans in the past 24 hours was the checkout guy at Treasure Island in the middle of the day today.  God how I wish I had a kitty right now.  And not just five buffies, a lllama, a Youkilis doll that now at least has a shirt, and a shirtless Dustin Pedroia.  Doll!  Not the real thing.

Amazingly, I did not throw either of them today, in spite of the loss.  I really cannot blame them.  Nor can I blame Jason Bay or Mark Kotsay.  But everyone else!  Oh, Jesus, while Saturday's monster 5 hour and 27 minute game was an emotional rollercoaster, this afternoon's game was just depressing.  We couldn't muster up any offense against a sub-brilliant pitcher.  And now we're down 1-2.  Sure, last year, we were 1-2 after the first three and look what happened afterwards.  Winning the ALCS and the World Series.  I think the ALDS set me up to think my team was just that awesome every night.  But I know the Rays are a better team than the Angels and that it will take more to beat them.  I'm just a little worried with Wakie getting the start tomorrow night.  Will it be shakey Wakie?  Or the Wakie that gets no run support?  Or the Wakie whose ERA is, I believe, the third best on the team after Matsuzaka and Lester.  God, a girl can only hope.  More than that, I have to keep things together because tomorrow night is "Dracula" at the library and I'll be keeping an eye on (or pitch by pitch watching on my iPhone, your choice) the game.  This is to say that it will probably be completely inappropriate to yell "fuck" every time things don't go our way... or to throw things.

Lordy.

Get 'er done Wakie, get 'er done.