Dear Readers of Cursed to First:
As some of you may know, in the past several years Beth has suffered at times from what I will politely term a tenuous grip on reality. Since she has come under my care, I have been working strenuously with her to try to balance her moods and maintain a healthy relationship with her surroundings at all times.
Therefore following today's game, in which, to quote Beth, "Tito sticks with fucking Buckethead till death do they part, apparently, but in a situation that CLEARLY calls for Keith Foulke, they put fucking JOHN HALAMA in because I guess it's better for them to just let Halama screw the pooch and get it over with instead of taking a chance with one of the best closers IN THE GAME..." I had to make a very difficult decision to limit Beth's Red Sox exposure for the rest of the weekend.
Many of you out there may suffer from a similar condition, and so I trust that you, her audience, will understand, if she should be absent for the next day or so from this website. With any luck (and enough medication), Beth should be back providing you with the Sox commentary I know you have come to enjoy.
Mary Witchhazel, Ph.D.