Sure, I’m looking forward to a little Sox-on-Sox action. But all my thoughts tonight (outside of, y’know, what I’ll be eating and which females to bother) will be on Wakefield and the number 200.

Grandpa Tim is one win away from 200 and as much as I’d love to see him get it at Fenway, where the crowds would, by law, have to take him on their shoulders and carry him to the nearest bar, I believe it’s more important to just seal the deal ASAP. So US Cellular Field will do just fine.

Come on, offense. You can’t let our boy Wake down when he needs you most. Get the win but, more importantly, help get Timmeh to the promised land.

When I say “Wakefield,” you say, “Fuck Yeah!”