Redsocks, Raysocks, tie, spend day plotting against us

Ohhhhhh, you could see this coming. The long-stemmed roses exchanged at home plate, the secret winks, the handshakes, the long soulful talks at first base.

Final Score this afternoon in the SHAME GAME:

Rays 3,
Redsocks 3.

Whatever happened to the "Play the game for all it's worth!" Trouble Rays?

Whatever happened to, "Run through the brick wall!" Tampa tough guys?

Not today. No, sir. Today, it was the Tampa Gays, playing rococo with Coco, having a good old time. Nobody hurt. Everybody smiling. Trading signals. Slapping behinds. Please and thank you.

"Oh, nobody scored more than the other team? Well, then, let's call it a tie."

Some people say a tie is like kissing your sister.

Well, the line was never more appropriate than today.

THIS IS WHY WE NEED BRUNEY, WE NEED BRITTON, WE NEED SHELLEY. BIG GUYS. GUYS WHO ARE NOT AFRAID TO SHARPEN THEIR SPIKES AND KNOCK SECONDBASEMEN INTO THE UPPER DECK.

It's going to be a long season, folks.