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Your eternal soul.
$153 million dollars.
5 days, 20 hours ago on Yankees Sign Ellsbury for 7 Years, $153M Because Why the Hell Not?
Ellsbury is freakin' Yankee.
1 week ago on Sox Sign Pierzynski, Replacing One Hard-to-Spell Name With Another
Yep. And your first love is always the sweetest, too.
2 weeks, 5 days ago on The Idiots Will Always Own My Heart
Francona did a fine job with the Indians this year. Under his management the Tribe won 92 games, 12 more than the year before, and made it to the Wild Card play-in game, which they lost.
Of course, John Farrell also did a fine job with the Red Sox, which won NINETY-SEVEN games, TWENTY-SEVEN MORE than the year before, WON the Division, WON the Pennant, and then WON the World Series.
How, then, could Farrell wind up in second place in MOY balloting?
Well, Yankees Manager Joe Girardi (85 wins in 2013, ten gemes behind 2012) got seven votes for MOY.
Motherfucking Yankees sport writers.
3 weeks, 6 days ago on Francona Wins AL Manager of the Year, Farrell Too Drunk on Winning to Notice
My God but it's going to be a looooooooong winter.
4 weeks ago on One More Look Back: Top 5 Moments of the 2013 Postseason
believe that what we become depends on what our fathers teach us at odd
moments, when they aren't trying to teach us. We are formed by little scraps of
― Umberto Eco, Foucault's Pendulum
This is for me.
One late spring evening in 1998 my father went to bed and woke up
elsewhere. As my mother was already waiting for him, it fell to me, the eldest
kid, to deliver his eulogy at the funeral Mass. it was the hardest thing. How
do you sum up ten million moments in ten minutes? How do you choose from a
lifetime of love and encouragement the one thing he gave you that you cherish
more than any other? And the more I thought about it, the clearer it became to
me. And this is the story i told:
My father coached my brothers and I through Little League,
rotating through each of us as we progressed from t-ball to Bath Ruth. He must
have sat through a thousand games and hit a thousand times that many ground
balls to us. One of my teams he coached was not particularly talented - in fact
we were pretty awful. But winning wasn't the reason my father coached, and he
always insisted that every player be played in every game. Years,decades later, kids that I played with would
tell me how much that small kindness meant to them.
But out of all of the games I played for him, there is one that
sticks with me to this day. We were down a few runs heading into the bottom of
last inning. True to form, my father had been rotating kids into the lineup
irrespective of their ability, but now the game was on the line. I was the team's
catcher and big bat, and I was due to come to the plate if anybody reached
base. And as I shed my gear and grabbed for a bat he pulled me out and gave my
spot in the order to the skinniest, slowest, most awkward kid on the team: “Leadbottom.”
I was furious! My own father yanks ME!
The best hitter on team? FOR LEADBOTTOM???
"Hit the bench," I was told. "Everybody gets a chance to
hit." The rest of the kids just sort of slid down the on the bench a bit. We knew that we were toast.
I can’t recall now how it happened, but when Leadbottom came to
the plate there were two outs and he represented the tying run. He stood there, bat on his shoulder, looking
completely lost, and I hated him for it.
But then something happened. The pitcher
through the ball, Leadbottom swung the bat, and, somehow, the two things
connected. The other team was as surprised
at this turn of events as was Leadbottom, and as the ball dribbled down the
third base line everybody just stood there watching it. Leadbottom dropped his bat and took off for
first base with the speed of man ten times his age. Leadbottom was halfway there by the time the
other team recovered from its shock and went after the ball. Everybody was screaming at the top of their
lungs “RUN FASTER!” but Leadbottom’s top gear was only slightly less slow than a
complete stop. It was clear that he wasn’t
going to make it. Game over.
then he did make it. For whatever reason, the throw came late and Leadbottom stood
safe on first base, breathless and beaming. Then Jimmy H. came to the plate a lifted one
high and long – long enough – and as Leadville plodded around the base paths my
father was screaming at Jimmy H. “DON’T PASS HIM! DON’T PASS HIM!” As Jimmy H. crossed the plate he was mobbed by
the whole team. It may have been our
only win that season, but it was still the best win ever.
we rode home, I couldn’t stop talking about how Jimmy won the game. My father listened for a while and then asked
me who I thought the was the star of the game.
I said Jimmy, of course. He hit the home run! My dad said that, while Jimmy’s hit was
spectacular, he thought that the honor belonged to Leadbottom. “What?” I said, “Leadbottom? Got on by
mistake! How could he be the start of the game?” And my father said, “He didn’t give up. He
was going to be thrown out, and he knew it. But he kept running. Always run out your ground balls, son. Always.”
run out your ground balls. That simple piece
of fatherly advice has never left me, and it’s seen me through more difficult days
than I care to recall. It’s the simple
things that last forever.
1 month, 1 week ago on ‘Cause every little thing gonna be all right!
*yawn* mornin'..... Hey! We won! We won! WE WON!!!!
Best wake-up call ever.
Thanks again, Red & Denton, for all of your hospitality.
Damned good crew here at SG. Makes winning all the sweeter.
1 month, 1 week ago on The Boston Red Sox Are World Series Champs, John Lackey is a Badass Mothereffer
Give that kid Henry's job.
1 month, 1 week ago on World Series Game Six: All That You Can’t Leave Behind
HEY FARRELL! YOU CAN STAY!
Well. That was gratifying.
Thanks Red. Thanks Denton. Nice little place you've got here.
Done and done.
And then there was ONE.
This never gets old, people.
Yanno, it has to suck to be put in to pitch in this situation.
Too bad for him. Let him croak.
@HokieSox he can't. He's got a family of four living in there.
Here we go.
@Papasurf Third base.
@Red Uh huh. Real.