The past few Sunday afternoons, my girlfriend and I have gathered with friends at a nearby apartment to watch the Red Sox games. We drink cheap beer. Eat hotdogs. Yell at the players. Sing "Sweet Caroline."And celebrate their win (or, as was the case today, quickly forget their loss).

Afterward, I'm all tuckered out. It's August. It's a Sunday. It's 92 degrees outside. And I've just consumed six bottles of beer. Here's the best soundtrack song I could find. It's mellow, but it cooks.

"Don't Let No One Get You Down" - War