Great sobering analysis, Mr. Common. And I fully expect Youk to go apeshit in Chicago.
It's truly a sad day when we've been forced to pin our hopes on Aaron Cook.
Great piece, Jason. I have arguments with people all the time about Hawk Harrelson, because I'm one of the few non- White Sox fans who guiltily enjoys him. I listened to Harry Caray for years, who in my view was just as extreme in his home rooting, but somehow has managed to stay beloved in the public eye. It was like having your drunk uncle in the booth with you. With Hawk he may not be your uncle, just a childish, pouting jerk you happen to know, but I never take the guy seriously or personally, and prefer his back porch drawl and corny catch phrases to thirty seconds of Tim McCarver, fifteen of Rick Sutcliffe, and less then five of John Sterling calling a Yankee home run. But that's just me.
Jenny is rather fetching in a midnight horror film host sort of way, but she doesn't have that slack-jawed, unable to move, leave-the-wife-and-kids-immediately allure Ms. Watney possessed.
Been reading a lot of flak from Internetters that Red Sox fans are whining all over again like we haven't won anything recently. I say eat my red shorts. Let's see YOUR team piss away a 9-game wild card lead in September and you not be a tad grumpy. We're Sox fans and we're passionate, so sue us. Would anyone prefer being part of the two non-existent Florida fan bases?
Totally agree, Denton. I've been pretty amused by all the statheads imploring us to calm down because Boston's playoff odds and strength-of-schedule are still pretty high. These people haven't been watching this team like we have. The Sox haven't looked or felt anything like a playoff club since they reamed the Rangers in Arlington late last month. Obviously this could turn around, but judging from what the Orioles have been doing to Anaheim, beating THEM is no given, either.
If we even make it to the postseason, I'll be delighted.
"New York filth". Never heard that one. And LOVE IT!
If there was ever a more blatant example of the utter absurdity of the "pitching wins" statistic, it's right there in Commander and Shellackey's 2011 records. Hlarious as always, sir.
King Felix vs. Lackey? What can compare? Sauron vs. Pippin? Breaking Bad vs. John from Cincinnati? This definitely clinches me watching the Bucs and Cards tonight.
I know this is probably paranoid batshit, but you know the way the '04 Sox lost Game 3 of the ALCS by a 19-8 score (eerily close to the numbers 1918) before officially reversing the Curse? Well, last night they wear their 1918 uniforms, play like cursed pissants, and the only numbers for the Cubs across the top row of the game's line score? Yup, 1, 8, 9, 9 and 1. Look out!
Fox imprisoned us with the D'Backs and Dodgers on the west coast, so it sucked to miss the game, but the Posada overkill didn't surprise me in the least. Anything to distract themselves from the fact that Boston just kicked their ass.
Your Jenks "Deliverance" comment was worth the price of non-admission.
Just want to alert all Whygavs fans that tonight's (Saturday) Tweetcast of Game 4 will be three hours earlier than usual, at 7:30 p.m. eastern, to allow me to have a date with my wife. Should be a good one!