And yet. Here we go. Off to the Dome.
After last night, I'm so bummed out it's hard to even be excited about it.
I hate Cleveland. I'm sick of them. I'm sick of Travis Hafner. I'm sick of Grady Sizemore. I'm sick of Fausto Carmona. I'm sick of all of them. I wish I had one of those little Boycott Barry blindfolds to wear during EVERY Cleveland at bat.
I tried to think of awesome signs to make for the game, but all of them seemed too mean. Like we need MORE bad karma.....
But my favorite idea was simply:
NO, GRADY SIZEMORE, WE WILL NOT MAKE OUT WITH YOU!