I Want to See the Sox Play Hard This Week
Like most dogs I know, I do everything with an excitement rarely seen in humans. I run hard every morning no matter if my paws are sore. I eat my bowl of kibbles in .7 seconds. I bark at the FedEx guy like I’m a 100-pound rottweiler. I even mark my territory so hard that I sometimes kill entire bushes. I want to see the Red Sox play like I do this week. I mean stuffed-duck thrashing, sofa bouncing, jumping like a Pogo-stick play.
I know the Sox have already clinched a playoff berth. Youkilis and Manny are hurting. Francona doesn’t want Papelbon and Okajima to throw out their arms. And some of Red Sox Nation is content going into the playoffs as the Wild Card. Not me, and not all the other Red Sox Nation dogs I know. I’m hungry for an AL East title and a piece of cheese. I want to beat the Yankees and their non-furry faces. I want to be the #1 seed and get home field advantage. I want to see Papelbon pumping his fist after saving the game that brings them the East. I want to see Manny and Youk hitting bombs. I want to see David Ortiz sliding head first into second trying to stretch a single into a double (actually no, that is going too far).
So let’s go Sox, take the East that you played hard for all year. And I promise I’ll cheer you on with that same enthusiasm.