Because I'm trying hard...

I'm a t-shirt and shorts kind of girl. I like to be comfortable. In the winter, I'm one of those people wearing the velour J.Lo pantsets, because they're so damn comfy. Not the most fashionable, I know, but I do make sure there are never any words blazing across my backside.

Every Spring I get a wild hair up my ass and decide that this year I will "girlify" myself. I love sundresses, I like cute tops, but I never feel really comfortable in them. I don't think I really have a "style" per se, so I'm trying to discover that. I suppose I'm most comfortable in the preppy style, since I spent my high school years wearing Polo and LL Bean, but I DO NOT want to look like a 15-year-old. It's hard to be stylish without looking like I'm trying to revert back 20 years. What's a girl to do?

Because I'll accept all forms of money....

Um, Red Sox Nation, you're welcome? That's two wins in a row since I told the Sox to get their heads out of their asses and play some baseball. Apparently they listened. Not only were they wins, they were wins in spectacular, I-yelled-so-loud-and-jumped-out-of-my-recliner-and-scared-the-dog-away way.

Adam was at work Tuesday night when I sent him the IM that said, "We won, we won, we won! Darnell McDonald got a walk-off hit off the Monstah! Who the fuck is Darnell McDonald?"

I know him now. Dude is awesome. Don't send him back to Pawtucket, Tito. I'm already planning on managing his campaign to run for president in 2012, he needs as much exposure right now as he can get if I'm going to get him in the White House. And Tito, like I told Theo the Wonderkid, as much as I love the Papi, he's got to go. Keep Lowell in there. Was that homerun last night not enough proof to you?

So, RSN, again, you're welcome. If we hit the skids again, you're on your own.

Because it worked last year...

I really didn't think I'd need to be writing this two weeks into the season, but once again, the Red Sox are shittin' the bed.

This happened at the beginning of last season. Loss after loss after loss prompted me to take to my blog and publicly decry their crappy play. So, here I am again. I'm not asking, Sox, I'm TELLING. Get your shit together. Theo, if you have to pay someone to take Papi, as much I love him and the clutch hitting he's done in the past, do it. He sucks. And if you are paying someone that much money and they're not doing their job, you fire them. It happens in real life. I know, contracts and yada yada yada, but do the right thing.

I have so much Sox gear, yet I really don't feel like parading around in it like I usually do, year round here in Georgia. I'm still a part of RSN, I'm no bandwagoner, but seriously boys, let's start playing some baseball.