Damn, and double damn, and throw in a triple damn as it ricochets off the Green Monster and is misplayed by Horton and Yaz steams into third standing up. My head and nose are stuffed and my throat is raw, and I'm coughing up a lung, and that touch of psoriasis is acting up behind my right ear. Is it asking too much midway through February that I go two days in a row without something bothering me health wise, and just because I am a hypochondriac doesn't mean I'm not sick, but I don't want your pity, and I don't want your millions, Mister, all I want is a robot woman who'll do the grind all night long.