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Six runs but to no avail. It’s not like I’m Hercules or anything.

The antimatter Evil Bert hath made his appearance..

Heck, 5–3 Boston. I stopped paying attention because I was on my morning walk and sometimes me not paying attention “works.“ But not this time.

Jah rules somehow…

Oh. Thx

What happened to Sonny Grey? I stepped out of the room for a moment.

My MLB feed keeps getting interrupted. Jake singles in Matty from third.

Holy heck, this is becoming more and more unwatchable

Jeez Louise Jack he throws the ball away on an easy out at home.

Jack Flaherty is not finding the strike zone amenable to his talents right now.

Those throwback Boston home uniforms are pretty cool.

Yeah, we boomers had it easier. We could go to state funded colleges that were nearly free compared to now. But there was always the omnipresent terror of being dragged into an unwinnable war in Southeast Asia and the discovery of drugs, especially bad drugs, that was a real scourge.

Riley bails out Jack Flaherty at the Green monster.

Have fond memories of the city of Boston in which I spent a wonderful summer in 1971 when I was 19 years old on Fort Hill in Roxbury. At the top of the hill, there were all these once elegant stone buildings some of which were occupied by a local cult called the Avatars presided over by a guru named Mel Lyman. The avatars avoided us all because we were unclean. They avoided everybody because everybody was unclean. I spent the summer eating free government cheese, selling the Boston Phoenix, newspaper, and going to concerts on the Boston Common where I saw Leon Russell, Joan Baez, and the Allman Brothers at a time when Duane Allman and Berry Oakley were still alive. I still hold the city of Boston close to my heart 55 years later.

Watching the Red Sox pregame show. And reminded of the terse and defiant remarks of Big Papi about the bombings at the Marathon finish line a few days earlier 13 years ago today.