The Standells: “Dirty Water”

So my Boston Sawx were swept by the Yankees (again) who clinched the AL East because of it.  I had a “SOX SUX” Post-It note waiting under my windshield wiper when I left the gym and have gotten three phone calls—and counting—that were apparently placed by  Frank Sinatra.

It’s up to you New York, New York to realize that I have caller ID.

I may or may not have tossed my Johnny Pesky “Ted, We Finally Did It” autographed baseball from hand to hand while my ramen cooked.  I may or may not have spent a solid ten minutes addressing my Tony Conigliaro poster after brushing my teeth.  And I may or may not be listening to the Standells’ “Dirty Water” on endless repeat.

Just because I can.

P.S. I may also be weeping.