"This guy threw out his own son in a father son game."

Think happy thoughts. Think happy thoughts.

The Boston Dirt Dogs are really giving it to Manny - as well they should. This whole thing makes me nervous. My tummy hurts. I need to lay off of the caffeine:

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"It doesn't happen, so who cares? There's always next year. It's not like it's the end of the world." -- 10.17.07, Manny Ramirez, who reminds us that at the end of the day, he goes home with millions, so who cares?

"Hello, you've reached the winter of [my] discontent."

As many of you know, I've been dealing with some rather annoying tummy troubles. Like super, duper, I'm-not-messing-around-with-you-anymore, OOC control tummy troubles.

And now... NOW I'm not supposed to drink caffeine. Like... poof! Stop drinking it. Which is like, ridiculous, if you've even ever met me. I have a must-do routine that I have to keep up, simply to function as a human being:

diet coke
iced coffee
coffee?
diet coke
iced coffe
diet coke
espresso

That's just how I do. So, tell me how I'm supposed to quit this?!?!??help me, please.