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A coworker of mine is, sadly, a Rays fan. This is based on the 2 years he spent in Tampa doing a fellowship. He tried to defend Luke Scott's facial hair yesterday by saying it makes him look like Wolverine. One thing is for sure: they're both asshats.
I haven't been to a game at Fenway since August 14, 1998. Timmeh was the starting pitcher and the final score was 14-13 against the Twins. I still remember how I felt - giddy, excited, and full of hope. I went on the tour for the first time last June on a quick spin through Boston and I cried walking up the ramp. I cried seeing the pictures from 2007 in the press box. And I giggled while sitting on the Green Monster seats, something that wasn't even a dream back in 1998. I'm headed back to the Fens April 30 when I'm back in town. To say I'm already excited would be the understatement of the year.
Amen, Brother Denton.
I hope she came back with a lifetime supply of Valtrex and Zithromax, because she's going to need to medicate once she figures out where he's been putting his twig and berries lately.
Thanks to Denton and Red for being bright lights in a dull season. Cheers, my friends.
I went to see my local AHL affiliate play on Friday night and they played it between the 2nd and 3rd periods. They play it at the AAA baseball games during the summer. What's wrong about both of those?
Neither of them are Fenway.
These are two examples of what I feel is an alarming trend. "Sweet Caroline" is a great song but now it is so ubiquitous it's the song people love to hate.
I'd be ok with shelving it and bringing it out for special occasions: beating the Yankees, winning the league or World Series. Outside of those, it should be kept out of the rotation, much like John Lackey.
I was on my medicine rotation during my third year of medical school. I raced home from the hospital to flick on the TV. I spent the better part of 3 hours doing my best Rick Pitino impression (the pacing while running hands through hair, not engaging in an extramarital affair). Post hoc ergo propter hoc - after this, therefore, because of this. I knew what could happen. I knew damn well in game 7 the Sox could blow it all. I didn't want to get my hopes up. Even after the granny slammy I couldn't relax. It wasn't until the final out was recorded in the 9th that I could sit down and breathe again.
I remember this like it was yesterday.
Can't you just see Wake sitting in the pen wearing a Bill Cosby sweater and saying crap like, "Golly gee willikers?" And then handing out Pudding Pops to everyone? For my blood pressure's sake I hope he gets the win tonight. I'd rather not start popping beta blockers like Sweet Tarts.
Before I knew anything about the Red Sox I knew I had the same birthday as some guy named Yaz. My dad, the Dodgers fan, taught me this. Now that I am well-versed in Red Sox lore and pain and triumph, I'm proud to have the same birthday as Yaz. Way better than having the same birthday as Jeter. Or Snooki.
I was at the game tonight and, having never been a Scutaro fan, I was impressed with how well he did at the plate. Aviles was in at third for three outs and didn't get much action. Weird to see a Red Sox in a #3 jersey, though.
I'm really glad I went to the game tonight. The stadium, as large as it is, didn't feel that way. Great work from Lester on the mound. And then getting to see Gonzo and Youk go back-to-back? Incredible. I hadn't seen the Red Sox play live in six years and this was a perfect way to end that streak.
I haven't been to see the Sox play live in 6 years (and even then it was at Ye Olde Toilet Bowl in the Bronx). I'm traveling for business and I'm extending a middle finger at work tonight to go to the game and show these pansies how it's done. (PS: They won the last time I saw them live. Hope the mojo continues.)
I'm officially gaga for Gonzo. First baseman for the Red Sox, and #1 in my heart.
Even my husband the Yankee fan thinks she's a douchecanoe.
Dear Jon Lester, Remember that time you kicked cancer's ass and came back and threw a no-hitter? I do. Now while I don't wish upon you a new diagnosis, I do wish for you to recapture some of that no-hitter glory and drop bombs on the Yankees tonight. I'll also wish for some run support because that certainly won't hurt. Love and kisses, Me.