For what seems like the past ten years I’ve been begging the Red Sox offense to do everything in their power to help Our Man Wake gets his 200th win. Each time, they’ve failed me.
So tonight, I’m gonna say… I just don’t care. You want to score a dozen runs and make it easy on the guy, that’s great. Or don’t. That’s great, too.
Either way, I’ll be drunk and nuzzling well-paid escorts. So there.