I was unaware of my death. I was almost in a car accident yesterday morning so this all makes sense. I love you, Xander Bogaerts. I always will. Get that money, Aruba. You deserve it. I can't compare this to Lester and Mookie. This is fresh and raw and it carried my fandom with it. Who am I if not a Red Sox fan? Who am I stabbing with a fork in the afterlife? Am I stabbing myself?
I died.
Zombies ate my brains.
The Red Sox killed me.
I am not a Red Sox fan anymore....
as if that would really happen.
I just want to die all over again.
What does this all mean? Nothing.
Am I leaving the Red Sox? I don't know. I can't. I love them too much.
I'm still dead though.
