You knew it was gonna happen. Hell, your dog and your senile grandmother and your old Atari 2600 console knew it was gonna happen. But somehow, hearing the Red Sox players — particularly the Papel-Bot — booed mercilessly and relentlessly by the crowds at the Shitdium last night bothered me a lot more than it should have. So it was particularly satisfying to see J.D. Drew walk off with the MVP award. The only thing better would’ve been if Bud gave the greenlight to implode the place immediately after the final out (and the Sox players were safely whisked away by hovercraft).

Two more days to go without Red Sox baseball, people. We can get through this. Together, we can.