For Game 5, I say we reach back to Funkadelic’s (SHIT, GODDAMN) GET OFF YOUR ASS AND JAM. Or, how about a little Momma Said Knock You Out (”Don’t call it a comeback..”).

If the umps screw us on calls, I say we start screaming Henry Rollins’ “Liar” at them.

I hope the Sox are like feeling The Hungry Wolf. (That’s X, kiddies, not Duran Duran.) As for me, I’ll spend the next 22 hours with the Bravery’s “Believe” on continual play in my head (and fuck the Rays for using that song).

I think I better have a chaperone tomorrow to make sure I don’t get into a street fight.

C’mon Sox, be “Fearless”!
“So What” if it’s 1-3, you’ve been down there before. It was just as bad in 04 and 07 and both times you’ve come back!
You can do “Whatever you Like”, but at least show some of the passion you’ve had before! Don’t let the Rays trample all over our home turf. You’ve “Gotta be Somebody”, and let’s get Kazmir out of there by the third.

“Are we Ourselves?” because you aren’t playing like it.

Another night of TBS announcers might make me “Psycho Killer.”

“Do you recall” that “We Are the Champions,” boys. Play like it’s “Urgent” and that you are “Hungry like a Wolf” to take this series back. Fenway is not “The Land of Confusion,” so cut the “Cold as Ice” crap, put the Rays in the “Line of Fire” and win.

signed,
“Lunatic Fringe”
(according to my husband)