Day 31 - Strange Brew...

First of all, I am extremely excited that my run with Milwaukee is over. What a horrible team. Talented, but they just have a hard time winning ball games. They finished the week 2-4. They won 5-0 on Friday night behind more solo shots, but lost Saturday and Sunday. IF I would have played the pool, I sure wouldn’t have picked them. But if I did, I would have been out. I heard from a credible source that half of the field is out already. It really is a tough pool. My brother, Yankees fan #1 runs great pools. If you are interested, too bad. If I haven’t invited you already, I probably never will.

Anyhow, I went ahead and closed the voting out and my team is…WAIT FOR IT…WAIT FOR IT…the Boston Red Sox. I am extremely excited to cover them this week. I can’t wait to dive into Beantown. The food, the culture, the love for Tom Brady (had to throw that one in there), the attitude, the absolute hate for the Yankees (at least this week as things will change next week as they become my team) and lastly, the food. I know I said it twice, but I am excited about the food part. I have to take it easy because I am trying, or “trying”, to watch what I eat. Seafood galore. First thing is some chowder. I know just the spot for that here in Jacksonville. For some reason, I absolutely love the chowder from Singleton’s. Creamy, hearty and full of goodness.

There are some things about Boston I will not indulge in. First thing is the accent. I just can’t live with the accent. I had to stop watching The Town because the accent was a bit much. Second thing is the Celtics. I refuse to ever, and I mean EVER, cheer for those bastards. All you Boston fans, work with me here. You have to understand the hatred I possess for them. The thought of me rooting for them makes me sick. If that’s your team, more power to you because if so, you hate my team. The last thing I can’t do is the marathon. For obvious reasons such as nicotine addiction, my ongoing battle with obesity and the fact that the only time I run is when “out of breath” follows those words. I’m actually lying because I have been running a little bit at the gym, but it makes for a better satirical plotline.

So, stay tuned this week. I promise I will be more inspired. I will finish The Town, and I will stomach the accent along with a few bowls of chowder. I will try and run 10% of the marathon collectively during the week. Hell, I might even cheer for the Celtics as long as the line permits me to do so. I’m thinking of taking advantage of the gift us degenerates will get with the price being just right to fire on ‘em in Game 3 against Miami next Saturday. The NBA threw them a bone giving them a full three days off before heading home to host the Heat in Game 3. All I know is, I am fucking excited. Go Patriots! And Let’s go Red Sox…

I leave you with this…