A confession…I am to blame.

Red Sox Nation, I know you are distraught over the last couple of games. I know you are looking for someone to blame. Going over stats, looking at the blasphemy Valentine has displayed, and whining about the bullpen.

Well, look no further my friends. The one to blame is me. I feel there are some who will wish to silence me, not want me to admit my blame, and perhaps send ninjas to my house and viruses to my computer. But I will be silent no more Red Sox Nation!

I confess first to not wearing my Red Sox hat for the entire series with the Rays. They won that first game without me wearing it, I didn’t dare put it back on. That is, until the night before the fourth Rays game. I was going to have a celebratory beer and needed something to cover my head. So, I picked up my Red Sox hat and beamed with pride until I sat down at the bar and realized I PUT ON MY HAT, I ruined their streak. For this I am sorry.

I confess second to not running around my couch for every run brought in in the third Rays game. I know why I didn’t do it. I know I, being a 5 foot 9 and a half beast makes me a little overwhelming running around and jumping on the couch screaming at the TV. (Listen guys, I DO want to get married someday.) I should not have cared. I should have followed my superstitions. I clearly cursed the following game with my lack of running therefore causing the Sox not to get many runs.

For this I am sorry I confess the third to bad karma when a shiny red mustang felt in necessary to whip out of a parking lot like he was batman off to stop the joker right into our lane yesterday causing not just a frightening life flash before your eyes moment but a string of words that would make Dennis Leary blush. And then it happened Red Sox fans. There on his rear window was literally the biggest Red Sox sticker I have ever seen in my life. It was at least the size of a manhole cover. In San Antonio! What do I get for not showing one of our own some leeway, an 18 to 3 loss against stinking Texas. Justice served. For this I am sorry.

Fourth, I confess to wait a second, am I alone in these horrible moments that have been the reason things have not been going so smoothly for the Red Sox? Did one of you wash your Ortiz jersey or your lucky Red Sox shirt? One of us, maybe all of us has the universe conspiring against us. As if it wasn’t bad enough Valentine seems to be also. We must show the universe who is boss. We must believe in knocking on wood and not washing jerseys and lucky hats. These things can alter the universes disdain for the Red Sox. You CAN make a difference.

We must no longer blame our clubhouse, our pitching staff, or our park. We must look at ourselves and believe that we can control this. Rise up, we are Fenway’s Faithful. Our Red Sox need us. We are a century of awesomeness. I vow to you all today, I will be running around the couch with my Red Sox hat on with no shame. It shall be a declaration of love, an emancipation from the cruel callous universe. I invite all of you to join me in taking back what is ours!

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