Not much to say about last night’s game other than I haven’t felt that bad for John Lackey since Ellsbury and the Elf refused to let him move into their apartment.

Would it be nice to see the Sox redeem themselves this afternoon? Hells yeah. Because watching the guys go from ball-munching to ass-kicking then back to ball-munching has been more than a little unsettling. We need an unholy offense explosion, a veritable burying of the opposition, to remind me that these guys can still swing some mean bats if provoked.

Also, any excuse to get drunk in the afternoon is fine by me.