In Cleveland cafes this morning, they are reading the Plain Dealer and drinking bad coffee.
Nothing tastes good.
Even Rosie's eggs.
Joan Jett can't sing in tune.
And Cleveland certainly doesn't rock.
Go Red Sox.
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October 22, 2007
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That was a great game. I can't believe how bad the Indians choked.
Posted by: Kevin | October 22, 2007 at 08:01 AM
The Indians' fielding was sloppy, IMHO. They just couldn't compete with our big bats. I'm exhausted today, but I'm glad I watched every minute of it.
Posted by: Christine | October 22, 2007 at 09:57 AM