Really? I really missed this?

Remember that scene in Fever Pitch when Jimmy Fallon chooses a night out with Drew Barrymore over watching the Red Sox in the playoffs, the part where he received tons of calls from his friends and family immediately following the greatest comeback in history?

God that feels so shitty.

I’m embarrassed to be typing this, but it must be done to get this off my chest. Thursday night, in the seventh inning when the Sox were down 7-0, I headed out to pregame for a date dash party with a crew of ladies that didn’t particularly care about baseball.

Had a great time, gorgeous date, got my drank ‘n my two step on, etc. — but then came the Infamous Initial Text Message:

“wow”

Fuck. It was from my father’s best friend. A couple seconds later, I get a BlackBerry voice message from my best friend back home at UMass. People are going crazy. Four more assorted text messages with the same vibe.

Fuck. That was it. I pulled an Epic Jimmy Fallon Status — almost scary how exact it was.

Another voice message from UMass: it sounded like erupting riots. I was in an emotionless bliss.

We returned to a friend’s house and I turned on ESPN News. While the highlights were playing, my date asked me, “you’re a really big Red Sox fan, right?”

Yeah, I thought I was.

But in reality, I’m just a MOTHERFUCKING DUMBASS