Okay, enough of this.
I've been doing my damndest to ignore it, but it's getting to be too much. I know JD Drew was the man last night against the 'Stros, hitting a clutch (!!!?!?!??) three-run homer, and you don't even need to ask how much I enjoyed Jonathan Papelbon coming in to blow Berkman away in the eighth, because I'm sure you already know.
But...I'm sorry, I'm going to need my Papi back. In the dugout, on the field. Like, right now.
I know he's on his way back, but unfortunately, that's not going to cut it. He really needs to be back here yesterday. Not because we're not scoring runs without him. Because it's just not the same team without him, and I prefer the other kind of team. The kind with Papi hitting homers and blingin' it up and making the world brighter just by smiling.
Let me put it this way. At my apartment, I have a full-page photo of Papi, decked out in a suit and chapeau, laden with diamonds and giving the double-guns, hung up in the kitchen. In the living room, my desktop is a photo of Papi kissing a puppy. At work, a photo of him grinning and dumping a pitcher of milk over Coco Crisp's head is hung up at eye level. That is how much I like to see Papi.
So yeah. That was already my level before he went on the DL. This "couple of weeks without Papi" crap? Um, no.