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Comment No. 1: Yay Red Sox!You know what the blogosphere doesn’t really need today? Another post about the Red Sox. You know what’s too bad? That.

But rather than just say yay Red Sox, I’m going to say this: The blogosphere needs to get over itself in terms of Red Sox Nation bashing. Hating Sox fans has become as popular these days as, say, blogging about how Britney Spears is a train wreck. This introduces us to the concept of the “hog” post: a blog post that is  a total bloated waste of space. God, just typing the words “Britney” and “train wreck” gives me absolute shivers of irrelevance.

Seriously though - if I have to troll through another “Sox fans are mindless automatons and probably curb Jews, and they’re morbidly obese, and responsible for world hunger, and contribute to global warming, and support the World Bank and its campaign of forced poverty for third-world countries, and ruined Christmas, and bombed Pakistan without telling anyone” hog post…well, I’ll probably just be pissed and hog about it here.

But you know? It really grinds my gears. I caught up with Cutty and Barry last night after Boston Blogtoberfest, and watched the last five innings or so at a nice place, surrounded by fun, happy people, cheering and enjoying themselves. I myself have yet to encounter more than a couple of isolated examples of these knuckle-dragging neolithic white-hats that the hogosphere is so fond of vilifying.

Most of us just like our baseball team. So to you, anti-Red Sox Nation hogosphere haters, I say: “Please go and perform something anatomically unlikely.”

Comment number 2. I am not 22 anymore. The days of being able to hork down Jameson’s until 2 in the morning, and then get up and be at work all fresh-faced are long gone. I know this. I more than know this, I am tremendously mindful of this. And yet…

…the end of the game sees me and Barry hoisting more than a few jiggers of the distilled goodness of our forefathers, and tottering off our seperate ways home, he to…whatever it is he goes off to… and me to eat chili and fall asleep on the couch. And here I am, nearly insensate, totally incapable of forming coherent sentences, almost certain to screw up whatever “work” I try to do today…

…and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Yay Red Sox!