I HATE this team.

I have a colossal, epic rant somewhere deep inside my tiny frame. Unfortunately, I don't have time so instead, you get this:

Fuck you, hitters 6-9 in the lineup. And fuck you to the leadoff hitter, too. You may be the Rookie of the Year and you my have saved Clay's no-hitter, but you're not immune to my ire. Choking fucking runt. Fuck you, Terry, for even refusing to consider starting Beckett in Game 4. Yes, it's a huge gamble. But you're so smug and confident in your veterans that you don't even consider your options. Exhibit B: No sign of Ellsbury despite Crisp's COMPLETE INABILITY to do ANYTHING productive for this team in the past ... well, really since he slid into third base head-first. Fuck you, Schilling and Daisuke. Your inability to put together anything resembling a quality start has put us in a major hole.

Look: Ortiz, Beckett and Ramírez CANNOT do this alone. You cannot win a battle of three against nine. You will lose EVERY TIME.

Tomorrow, we'll see Wakefield against Byrd and undoubtedly Crisp at center field. It's really scary to think that our season hinges on Tim Wakefield, who we haven't seen pitch since the last week of the regular season.

Uggghhhh.