Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Wicked Pissah, Papi

Okay. Whoever is sticking those voodoo pins into the Red Sox doll can stop now. As my old boss in Georgia used to say, "We're tireder than a one-legged guy in a butt-kickin' contest."

Short of calling in the snake charmer faith healers, how can we get this team healthy? Tae Bo? Biofeedback? Jazzercise? I'm open to any and all suggestions.

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