And in New England that means the Red Sox once again take your hopes and expectations and flush it into boston harbor by going belly up in the playoffs.
It's a tradition out here...like apple picking.
" Shall we go apple picking and drink cider this weekend Dear??"
" Sure honey...right after the Red Sox fold up like a 2 dollar card table"

and getting back to my point....ummmmm
I believe one of the posts has the heading...Fisting.