On fried chicken, video games, and beer

As an outspoken Yankee-hater (and Sox fan), it (almost physically) pained me to hear that three of baseball's most prominent pitchers, members of Boston's starting rotation and icons of the infamous Red Sox Nation, would leave the dugout to eat fast-food fried chicken, play video games, and drink beer in the clubhouse.

THIS ALL COMING IN THE MIDDLE OF AN EPICALLY HORRIBLE SEPTEMBER COLLAPSE.

With just 24 games left in the season, the Sox held a nine game lead in the American League Wild Card race. NINE GAMES!!! Who blows that kind of lead? Well, apparently the fat-ass drunks who prefer wasting their time with video games do. In September, John Lackey, John Lester, and Josh Beckett went a combined 2-7 with a 6.45 ERA as their team failed to make the playoffs. Baseball writers are calling it one of the worst September collapses in baseball history.

WTF.

Terry Francona, what are you doing? You're the manager! Manage your damn team!

Obviously, I'm very upset by this, because even though I'm an A's fan first, and a Giants fan second, I love rooting for the Red Sox. However, this is simply unacceptable. If players are going to do shit like this, and management isn't going to say anything about it, then they don't deserve to play the game of baseball, let alone go to the playoffs.

It's not the "Curse of the Bambino" (yea, I said it) that keeps you from winning. It's the spoiled lazy-asses that think they can do whatever the hell they want that hold you back.

I would give anything to be a professional baseball player, getting paid to play the greatest game in the world. These guys don't seem to appreciate what they've got, and it's really a shame.