April 27, 2007 | Drew Forrester

I don’t know what else to say, really.

Wow…just about sums it all up.

I have about a dozen questions to ask relative to tonight’s 5-2 loss to Boston.

Instead, I think I’ll just finish my mock NFL draft that I’m unveiling tomorrow morning starting at 7:30.  I’m at pick #19 right now.

Then, I’m going to bed.

By the time I wake up, I’ll probably have 6 more questions about this evening’s game.


Someone having a beer at The Wharf Rat on Pratt St. e-mailed me and said Wily Mo Pena’s grand slam actually came through the front window and landed right in his glass.

That ball was freakin’ hammered.

Anyway, all you can do is get on the plane, get to Cleveland, sleep a while and try to break out of this funk tomorrow night.

Or, you can do what Crash Davis did in Bull Durham and work on a rain-out. 

“You want a rain-out?  I can get you a rain-out.”

We need one right about now.

Talk to you in the morning.