So I had a really rough day yesterday.  First I had to go to the vet.  Then I had to watch Lester get shelled.  Even Paul Byrd didn’t look very appetizing.  Weird my day was so bad because when I woke up, I thought it was going to be the best day of my life.  Finally off the DL because of a toe injury caused by my stupid brother, I got in a quick four-mile hunt, warned some squirrels to stay off my territory and then feasted on some raw meat.  Then things just went downhill.

But I woke up today pretty sure that it was going to be the best day of my life.  I plan on resting and feasting for most of the day and then watching Wakefield’s knuckler knuckle like a cheesy Dorito flying through the air.  And Andy Sonnanstine serve up some tasty turkey meatballs to Jason Bay.  And David Archuleta not sing the National Anthem because he sounds worse than a dog whistle.  And Craig Sager wear a jacket that will make humans wish they were colorblind like me.

Go Sox,
Big Pupi