I record my thoughts as I watch the end of the Yankees game and the whole Red Sox game.

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Top 1st:
Great, I have to watch the Sox on strikezone cause Joe Nathan can't pitch.
Good Jacoby, work that pitch count. It's ok, you worked that pitch count.
WTF was that DP? God damn it. Play like an MVP
Again, it's ok if you work the pitch count Victor.

(I was watching on MLB.coms strikezone. You see the typical early hopefulness of a fan at the beginning. Concern with working the pitch count, etc.)

Bottom 1st:
Sweet Jesus does this ump know what a strike zone is?
Nevermind, he does.
Three up, three down in 12 pitches? I can live with it. Good work Joshie.

(Standard first inning, I'm still feeling good.)

Top Second:
MOTHERFUCKING TWINS LEFT NATHAN IN. ARE YOU TRYING TO LOSE? HE'S SHAKEN GET HIM OUT OF THERE. FUCKING YANKEES.
I can't even watch Ortiz anymore. It hurts my heart.
No way that was a ball.
I guess pitching duels aren't that bad...

(Here we see the patented late game anger being worked in on the separate Twins Yanks game. I treat David Oritz like a loved one who has died. All i can do is cherish the memories.)

Bottom Second:
WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING NATHAN? WORST PICKOFF ATTEMPT EVER.
Finally, Nathan you suck.
Good work Beckett.

(I still agree with this, Joe Nathan was terrible)

Top Third:
SUCK IT YANKEES, NICE HIT JOHNNY HAHAHAHAHA!
Wow, so fail call by the ref. Luckily Joe still grabbed a single.
Jesus, Where the fuck are the hitters? This game might be over before the Twins-Yanks.

(Early displeasure with the red sox offense begins to leak in. Though there is momentary elation with the Yankees woes.)

Bottom Third:
Learn to hit Delmon Young. God damn it... I'm not gonna be able to watch the sox.
First hit, Unfortunately not us...
FUCKING TWINS. God I hate the Yankees.
Good stuff Beckett, keep it up.

(I watch the Twins blow a bases loaded nobody out situation. I'm not happy. That will carry over to later that game.)

Top Fourth:
Ugh, Walk off for the Yanks. Gross. It's like if the refs had made the proper call earlier the game would be totally different. Oh wait. At least i can actually watch the Sox.
FUCK YEAH JACOBY ELLSBURY!
BOOOM! RUNS BABY!
God, Ortiz. Just... God...

(I'm angry about the Yankees win. Fortunately, we see the Red Sox generate points. The last time I will be happy in this game. Again we see the corpse of Ortiz stand in the box and watch the ball go by. Trouble is brewing.)

Bottom Fourth:
Uh oh, if abreu can hit...
Oh dear... first and third.
Fuck. Well one run in four innings is pretty good. That's a 2.50 ERA...

(We call this denial. That last line. The angel have found their stride. This is where I begin buliding toward rage blackout.)

Top Fifth:
I swear to god if if see one more avacodo ad...
OH GOD THAT WAS CLOSE. CHIN UP JASON, I'd still bone you.
God Gonzalez. You really can't hit... At all. Die slowly.

(The first death wish of the night. I will it to Alex Gonzalez for a particularly terrible at bat.)

Bottom Fifth:
Beckett, I want to fellate you. If that's not a word, it is now.

(I'm still in love with Beckett for keeping us in the game. I still might fellate him.)

Top Sixth:
Wow, Just wow. Who let my dad's softball team out into the batter's box. And why are they wearing red sox uniforms?
We are going to lose this game... Ugh.

(Terrible realization begins to dawn on me. I know where this is going. Rage will build even more quickly.)

Bottom Sixth:

I've never thought that whether or not I was gay was an issue for me. Beckett's making me rethink that. I wish I was kidding.

(Again, Beckett's pitching provides a glimmer of hope, the last I will see.)

Top Seventh:

One Pitch One Out... Yep, sounds like the 2009 Ortiz
How the fuck is Weaver not tiring? He's thrown 103... FOUL JASON BAY!!! FOUL LIKE THE WIND!
A BASERUNNER! HOLY SHIT!!!
ahhh that's more like the postseason sox I know. A weak ass fly out. Perfect.

(And we reach angry sarcasm. It's all downhill from here.)

Bottom Seventh:
Uh oh, since when does josh beckett throw balls?
Wagner's warming... Why? Beckett has thrown 87. This is the bullshit that loses us games.
GOD DAMN IT! FUCKING COCK SUCKING SOX CAN"T PROVIDE ANY FUCKING RUN SUPPORT AND NOW WE ARE LOSING!!!
MIKE NAPOLI IS A FAT SACK OF SHIT FUCKING HANGING OVER THE PLATE
Why do I like these fuck heads?.... Why....
Thank god...It's over.

(Here is the turning point in my spirit breaking. My only light was Beckett. Then it was dashed.)

Top Eighth
Wow... Dear god. Three pitch strikeout. Awesome work Jed Lowrie.
HOLY SHIT A HIT!!! Jacoby Ellsbury=the only red sox member to show up.
Wow, just FUCKING WOW. How the fuck did we make the playoffs.

(Now I'm hurt. The angry hurt of the fan of an underperforming sports team.)

Bottom Eighth
Go sit down Billy Wagner, and you think long and hard about what you've done.
Please Pap,... Save Us...
Ok, ok three runs isn't that bad. Let's go! Time to pull the thumb out of the ass.

(Note the false hope. Delirious off of the Moxie I have been drinking and nearing a rage blackout, I start talking crazy.)

Top Ninth
Oh god, the fly out. One down... COME ON!!!!
THERE WE FUCKING GO YOUK!!!!! DOUBLE CITY!!!
Oh dear... It's Ortiz. Please dear god, no double play...
Ugh, ortiz.... why... one out away...
Save us Jason Bay. SAVE US!!!
Oh thank god, a walk. I LIKE MIKE! LET'S GO LOWELL!!!!
MOTHERFUCKING GOD DAMN SHIT EATING RED SOX YOU GUYS CAN"T HIT SHIT AT ALL EVER. YOU SHOULD ALL GO JUMP OFF A CLIFF LEST YOU PROCREATE YOU BAGS OF SHIT. YOU ALWAYS RUIN MY FUCKING NIGHT WITH YOUR SHIT EATING TRUCKLOAD OF FAIL.

(And there it is. Red Sox's Nation's feelings summed up. One game away from elimination. Oh boy.)