We may be hungover and still pessimistic about these Sox, but ITM and friends are on top of the monster waiting for Wakefield to offer up some tater shots.
We're still very much recovering from a rough night last night...but still managed to make a stop at Remys before the game. Only to have T Murph throw up in the bathroom while trying to drink a Sam Summer. Certainly a sign of a good night either way.
Nonetheless we're already sinking beers and screaming at Beltre.
Also, we have an over under bets on a round of beer on the number of steals on the Sox...pegged at 6 bags.
Pics to follow...