A conversation that occurred today, presented verbatim:
"...well, that's if they get the game in. Isn't it supposed to rain tonight?"
"No, dude, I'm on top of the weather. I've been checking it every 20 minutes. They say spotty showers but nothing major. They'll get the game in."
"Hey, you never know, though."
"Yeah, but if all else fails, Josh Beckett can just glare at the sky and tell it to shut the fuck up."
"You know, I think that's exactly what would happen. And it would probably work."
People. It is so on. Go Sox. Go Joshie. Give 'em hell, Texas style.