So I put my hands up, they're playing my song

I can think of no better way to get through the Red Sox -- and Josh Beckett -- being crushed in their season finale with the Angels last night than to have been where I was at the time, partying it up with Surviving Grady folks at the Lansdowne Pub during their Jimmy Fund Fundraiser.

Yes, I may or may not have been spotted singing "Friends in Low Places" during live band karaoke. A far sight better than watching Manny "The Official Sign of Surrender" Delcarmen come in and pour a little gasoline on the flaming mess Beckett had left on the field. 

At one point a fellow SG attendee stopped me in the middle of a pronuncement about how the Sox need to win at least 6 of the 9 games of this homestand in order to have any hope heading into Tampa Bay next weekend, and said with what seemed like heartfelt concern for my mental well-being, "you...you know they're not making the playoffs this season, right?"

Look, for me this year, it's like the scene in Dumb and Dumber:

Lloyd: What do you think the chances are of a guy like you and a girl like me... ending up together?
Mary: Well, Lloyd, that's difficult to say. I mean, we don't really...
Lloyd: Hit me with it! Just give it to me straight! I came a long way just to see you, Mary. The least you can do is level with me. What are my chances?
Mary: Not good.
Lloyd: You mean, not good like one out of a hundred?
Mary: I'd say more like one out of a million.
[pause]
Lloyd: So you're telling me there's a chance...

I can't stop rooting for this team, not yet. Not after the fight they've shown. Just leave me to my delusions for at least another week.

***

Also mitigating the stinging disappointment of watching Beckett cut down to mortal size last night: the simultaneous showing, in the bar, of the Patriots' second preseason game against Atlanta. Although the most memorable moment of that game actually came prior to kickoff, as I watched unmitigated awe spread over Twitter -- even among some of the more dispassionate beat writers -- at the sight of Wes Welker heading for the field in full pads, just six months and change removed from surgeries on his knee and shoulder.

Even by the NFL's already ridiculous standards, that is INSANE. 

Welker got into the game, too, catching two passes for 20 yards during the Patriots' first offensive series. One series, but it's one series more than I thought we'd see him play even a month ago.

It's not like this is really news, but today it bears repeating: I am in awe of your supreme badassery, Wes Welker. We knew you were a freak of nature before, but this is taking it to another level entirely.

Comments

[COD]

//Yes, I may or may not have been spotted singing "Friends in Low Places" during live band karaoke//

I'm going to be very disappointed if this does not end up on YouTube :)

[beth]

Well, there's kind of a "mutually assured destruction" situation with that right now, since I also have in my possession a video of Red and Derjue singing a Miley Cyrus song. :)

[Sean Serritella]

Beth, I think you suck.

[Beth]

Hey, thanks for sharing.