I am one of six gods living on the planet earth. I am also the only Tampa Bay (Devil) Rays living in Boston. Flannery O’Connor died on my birthday and Fenway Park is a glorified shit-hole. I sleep a lot, mutter to myself and write long fan letters to Carl Crawford. Actually, we are friends, so I don’t expect him to write back. Right, Carl? I hate the Red Sox, their fans, and anything related to Red Sox Nation. I have a warrior’s heart, albeit with a sort of gurgling noise.
Once again, the Rays are heading to the World Series while likely winning 114 games. And this is where it all started, trust me.