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In absentia luci

As much as it pains me to admit, I have to agree with the CHB on this one...


It is "liberating" to accept that it's ovah.


Let the dahkness come.


Time for tenebrae.


The candles have been put out, one by one since April, alas.


There is a point of no return, unremarked at the time, in every season.


And so it goes...


Wait until next year...



Susan's "point of no return" bit is inspired by this line from Graham Green in his novel The Comedians -- "There is a point of no return, unremarked at the time, in most lives."

As usual CHB is late to the picnic. We all knew they were done a month ago.

No solace in God
He who is last shall be first
Third place shall be third.

...and the counting of the number shall be 3 ;O

I can almost hear Dandy Don Meredith singing in the background ...

Don, your colloquial verbosity is surpassed only by your penchant for the obvious.

We still have 6 against the Yankees. He's still CHB.

I'm probably just spitting into hurricane force winds.

what else are you going to do for the next month?
Go Sahwx



It's not a mathematical impossibility. I'm just sayin'. Ask Bucky F. Dent about the season being over at the end of August...

It's not a mathematical impossibility. I'm just sayin'. Ask Bucky F. Dent about the season being over at the end of August...

Sorry about the double post. I guess today is my day to be That Guy.

too much to make up with too little. 4 position players out and the bullpen from Hell. Just in time for football and hockey.

Depends on what "ovah" means here. So, personal confession. I just couldn't get warmed up to the season. Between the Caps lighting up the NHL, then kicking me in the nuts in the playoffs, and the April swoon, I just wasn't feeling it. O Discordia, how had I fallen from a diehard to...well, this.

Then, lo and behold, we got scrappy. So while I don't expect the boys to be in it in October, I have refound my enjoyment for baseball in general and the Sox in particular. So, I hope the beat the snot out of Baltimore and strike the fear of God in the Rays and Yanks down the stretch.

If our starters had been underacheiving all year I would call for Tek to pick a fight and away they'd go. But alas, on who's back do they jump...Bill Hall and Scott Atchison? And so it came to pass, 3rd best record and no playoffs.

..."Let's Go Bruins", clap clap clapclapclap...

*clap, clap, clapclapclap* indeed.

How much different would we be feeling today if they never sent Buchholz out to start the bottom of the 8th Saturday? He was over his normal pitch count, Bard was ready and available..... 2 out of 3 the other way feels a lot different this morning

but I still say Tek should pick a fight anyway, with, Oh say, #99 of the pale hose?

Yes...fighting. Why wait for hockey season.

Yeah Buckner, 3 days ago when they got to 4.5 it seemed so close.

wait,what, who's luci?



Late to the party. Harwich, you had me laughing out loud with the Python reference.

Armaments, Chapter Two, verses Nine through Twenty-one.

And the Lord spake, saying, "First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, neither count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being naughty in my sight, shall snuff it." Amen.

Seems appropriate. "Three shall be their place in the standings and their standing shall be three."

King Arthur: Right. One... two... five.
Galahad: Three, sir.
King Arthur: Three.

luci in the sky with (baseball) diamonds.

Larry to Jacoby: "It's only a flesh wound"

Could have gone with:

"Bring out your dead."

"I'm not dead yet."

"Yes you are."

Yeah, that would have worked, too...

LOL. Or Theo's "bridge year" speech could be paraphrased as "I faht in your general direction"

You silly Boston kn-igh-ts.

Your GM is a hampster and your CEO smells of elderberries.

uh, "hamster". Duh. My fingers smell of elderberries.

Blow it all up. Blow the whole fucking team up. Send Paps to the Spankees. Throw Oki and Matsufuka on a plane back to Asia-Pac, with their GD personal masseuse/interpreter. Send Ortiz back the the Domincan Republic with a bag of roids. Kick Lowell in the nuts and have the AARP drag him away. Don't let Wake through the security gates. And rip the fucking letter C off of Tek's shirt and rub it in dog shit.

Ahh, that felt good. When do pitchers and catchers report next year?

He is packing it in and packing it up,
And sneaking away and buggering up,
And chickening out and pissing off home,
Yes, bravely he is throwing in the sponge...

Bravely done, Sir Bob.

...and after the spanking,the oral sex ;O


ugh, indeed, SDU.

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