Tomorrow, it will have been 1 year since I lept to blogger from livejournal!
A Kooky Red Sox Blog from Somewhere Near the Schraff's Building
"Show bunt" is such a funny phrase to me. I show bunt. He show bunt. She show bunt. We show bunt.
So, yeah, I've been a bit out of the blogging loop these last few days. Things have been quite busy, but I am slating some writing time for this evening, so watch out! There will be pictures, stories, treats! Stay tuned!
One thing I forgot to mention - there were 3 pretty weird deaths in the last day or so:
My cat has taken to sitting, lounging and napping on the coffee table.
Crawford did steriods and I could care less. It was a billion years ago and, to be honest, who is Paxton Crawford again? He sort of gets slotted in the same category as Dante "The Bitch" Bichette. I mean, why the hell is this front page news?
Does anyone know where/how I can obtain a copy of Nine Below Zero's Eleven Plus Eleven? This song does not appear to be on any of their discs. They performed it live on an episode of The Young Ones back in '82. I have this on DVD, but I desperately want the single. Anyone?!
One for the Braves ...
Another odd thing about this team is the fact that Schneider wears ivory colored catcher gear. Combine that with his gray uniform, and the dude looks like an armadillo back there. Also, I thought it strange when he was facing Snyder. You know, Schneider vs Snyder.
I don't know if any of you have ever done this, but it's a fun little exercise. Baseball reference has this neat little feature called "Players Born Today."
That game was Looney Tunes City! I missed the "explosive" 8th inning. I also missed Seanez give up a 3-run-homer (thank heavens). Of course, it sucks that Seanez gets the W (ridiculous reward for shitty pitching), but what can you do? Curt was great last night - and I am amused watching him hit. It's so surreal to see him standing on the 1st base bag. I'm sure this isn't weird for him, since he's spent most of his career in the NL, but still. I think Seanez needs a nickname. See me blow this-nez? Okay, you guys take a stab. Clearly, I've got nothin.
Hello. My name is Mike Lowell and I rock.
Do you think Seanez even cares how he does? I get the feeling that he doesn't.
I've got a busy weekend ahead which includes attending a wedding in Danvers (Dan-viz, if you're from these parts), so I'm not sure I'll have a chance to write much. I do hope the Sox have gotten all the losing out of their collective system and can put a few Ws on the board. It's an interleague series (the 1st in 5), so our chances are, well, uncertain. I never know how things are going to shake out.
Great, tied for second place with the Jays. You know what? We deserve it. We sucked these last few games. Blown opportunities. Crappy relief. Frustrating losses.
I vowed to avoid tonight's game. I thought it would be helpful for the Sox. I went out for a long walk, did other stuff, etc. Then, I foolishly put the game on. Just to check in. Top of the 7th, 0-4, Twins. Sorry, kids. This loss is going to be on me. (I figure that announcing a loss before it actually happens will tempt the fates to initiate a come from behind win. But my predicting this just put the kibosh on the plan. Wait, this statement reverses the kibosh. Oh, forget it.)
Did I just see that? Did that just happen? ANOTHER grand slam for the Twins? This time, off Delcarmen, who I am secretly pulling for (soft spot for the local kid).
Santana was incredibly dominant tonight. Huge props to Jason for getting a homer off that guy. We had a couple of would-be rallies, including a bunt attempt by Coco (hey, why the heck not?) but it wasn't until the 12th that the Sox got their engine cranked up. The weak pitching by the Twins assisted. The Sox squeaked into the lead on a single up the middle (nicely stunted by the Twins' defense) by Alex Gonzalez (Side bar: I had dinner with my buddies Mr. and Mrs. Joey tonight and he came up in discussion. Mr. Joey is a big fan. I have to agree that he plays his position exceptionally well. No one is complaining, so this is a good sign.) Tavarez with his 2 seam fastball, fanned Mauer for out numero uno. Cuddyer (said Cud-die-er, though I want to say Cudd-ee-yah) was hit by a pitch. Morneau, batter number 3, came up to the plate and shot a (ground rule) double out to right center, bringing the Cud to 3rd. Tavarez intentionally walked Hunter to load the bases. Still one out. Kubel worked the count full. Then, then, then ... he smacked it good and knocked it out. Walk off grand salami.
Ben Roethlisberger was in a pretty terrible motorcycle accident today. I hope he can recover from this alright. News reports are still sketchy here. Some say that he seemed alright walking away from the scene, others suggest that the damage is severe. Either he has a rind as thick as Johnny Damon or there's going to be permanent damage. Let's all hope for the former. I mean, anyone who gets on a motorcycle and refuses to wear a helmet has got to be pretty thick upstairs.
Alright, I love Youk and all, but here's what I've got a beef with: Lowell is a tremendous talent at 3rd. Dude makes amazing plays over there. Better than Mueller, even. So, when he's able to grab a wild hit towards 3rd with such grace and shoots it over to Youk for the play at 1st, what happens? The crowd screams, "Youuuuuuuuuuuk." I grant you, sometimes Kevin is straddle splittin' on the bag, but can we give it up for them both with a great big, non-player specific cheer?
Mench (aka Super Bobble) is such a villainous name. Just reeks of "bad guy." Speaking of villains, during the pregame, Tom Caron was joined by Dave McCarty. His hair has become so gangster. No, not gangsta, as in "damn it feels good to be a gangsta." Think Cagney and pin striped suits. Here's the way it is, see? We're going to talk about the starting rotation, see? I mean, who dressed this guy? Did his wife make him wear that get-up and style his hair?
Crappy about the postponement of the game last night. In lieu of this, I am posting a pic from a Red Sox-Yankees game I went to on May 22nd.
Alright, I've decided to take Pauley under my wing. I'm putting on my mommy hat, folks. Maybe it's because he kind of looks like Pee Wee Herman: