Whatever happens here, I love you, Big Papi. There will never be another.
I am a grown man crying about a baseball player.
Thank you, Red Sox, for making me care about baseball in October again. I will take this over 2011, 2012, 2014, and 2015 any day.
I'm, like, 90% of the way to dead right now.
Go home 2014. You are so. Effing. Drunk.
Thanks for everything, Koji. Whether there's a tomorrow or not.