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How deeply did you let go?

Pain and pain and pray for rain?


You know the odds of taking a 9-run into the 6th and then eventually losing are like 1 in 25,000?


You know the odds of suffering the worst end of season collapse since the Mayans combined with beer and chicken histrionics only for things to get so much worse that you look back at those times as "Meh, you know, that wasn't so bad"?




The craziest thing is knowing that I've felt a whole lot worse.


Seriously, it's like I've reached some highah plane of existence beyond suffering.


My mind is flooded with the pure light of nirvana.



Soxinsix has come to my dark side. Who else is joining me in dark, twisted, gleeful enjoyment of the Sox suckitude? Get your seat on the bandwagon early; I have a feeling seats are gonna fill up fast.

I went to see a blowout, and a blowout broke out.

no fucking sundress.
no fucking sunshine.
it's raining. and all the girls are wearing coats.

fuck the red sox.

it's good to be home.

And we all know how Nirvana worked out. Well, the Kurt Cobain version, anyway ...

Oh don't worry Natalie, we'll have plenty of company soon enough I'm afraid. After Saturday's "Bobby Valentine's Day Massacre", I'm recruiting heavily.

hank you Guru h.b.
but one of my favorite quotes from a quick google of the Buddhist was:

Let us rise up and be thankful, for if we didn't learn a lot at least we learned a little, and if we didn't learn a little, at least we didn't get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn't die; so, let us all be thankful.”

Well, I'm not dead yet but the sox seem to be... at least for this year.

Why is Cafardo trying to criticise Pedroia, and defend Valentine & Lucchino? The fans are booing them for good reason.


I'll take a seat. The season is over. Shades of 1965.

I am surprised at the deep hatred held by many of my friends for Bobby V. He apparently is not well liked. That being said it's hard to cook a great dinner when the groceries are spoiled.

You know the worst thing about that Borden's Evaporated 9-0 Lead was the fact that the Sox got blown out. They didn't just lose the lead, they somehow got passed on the inside and lapped while on the final straightaway.

This particular quote from Cherington really, really chapped my ass:

"Very satisfied," Cherington said. "He makes the lineup out, makes decisions during the game. The players will always influence wins and losses more than anybody else, and that's no different here.

"He's doing the best he can with the roster he has. It'll get better. He knows that and I know that, and along the way if changes need to be made on the roster, that's my responsibility."

That seems to be, to me, a giant middle finger to all the players. A big fuck you, you're easily replaced, says he.
I'd like to think otherwise, but with the lack luster off season and the (being nice here) lazy start to the season we may be in for a much bigger shake up than we've already experienced.

I want to laugh, I want to cry, but mostly I feel numb. Or enraged. Like the Hulk.

The 1961 Red Sox are the 2012 Sox. They were just plain awful. Memories of a poor, innocent kid putting the Sox game on up in Maine only to be told to: "Turn that gawdawful crap owff!" But, I didn't. I got into Ned Martin, who made it a bit less painful. Don Orsillo has the same effect on today's Sox kids. Perhaps it's time to go to Rangeley Lake and tell a ten year old to turn that crap off!

What Bobby V is doing instead of winning games:

Bobby V: Excuse me, but what the hell's going on out here?

Salty: Well, Clay's scared because he's wearing a silly uniform and worried about his back. We need chicken...fried, right?
[Clay nods]

Salty: We need a live rooster to take the curse off Aviles' glove and nobody seems to know what to get Youk and Julie Brady for their wedding present. Is that about right? We're dealing with a lot of shit.

Bobby V: Okay, well, uh... candlesticks always make a nice gift, and uh, maybe you could find out where she's registered and maybe a place-setting or maybe a silverware pattern. Okay, let's get two! Go get 'em.

...I will take an aisle seat on your band wagon, Natalie.

Jack Wrong, you are my new favorite person for that awesome Bull Durham quote. It's far better than my allusion on Twitter to last night's rainout being better than a night with ice skaters to end their losing streak. Damn, I love that movie. Come sit beside me on the bandwagon and we can just quote BD backwards and forwards together: "Who are you? I mean, like, do you have a JOB?" "I teach parttime at Alamance Junior College, English 101 AND Beginning Composition." "Having a conversation with you is like a Martian talking to a Fungo..."

I was at the game on Saturday. When we took our seats the sun was shining and the Sox get to the MFY pen early. Then the rain clouds rolled in as the game progressed. Gaia knew what was coming, and she was trying to warn us.

Talking to my brother sitting next to me and we both agreed that any confidence gained by 2004 is now gone. It felt like the early 90's when you spent the entire game waiting for the other shoe to drop.

I always wonder if catchers say shit like this to pitchers (like after Swisher slam):

"Man that ball got outta here in a hurry. I mean anything travels that far oughta have a damn stewardess on it, don't you think?"

"I held it like an egg." "Yeah, and he scrambled the son of a bitch. Look at that, he hit the fucking bull! Guy gets a free steak!"
Random factoid: my father coached in high school the batter that hits the homerun where Crash says "Charlie, here comes the duece. And when you speak of me, speak well."

Yankee Stadium on date with girlfriend from Boston (now spouse) and a bevy of NY guys I was then working with, June 1986. Some scars never heal.

Our win probability going into the 7th inning on Saturday was 99.6% over at FanGraphs. The Red Sox somehow managed to grasp onto that 0.4% chance and run with it.

Also, Cherington's "blame the injuries/roster" is bullshit. Aceves isn't injured and is supposedly the closer, but he was the one pitching in the start of the 8th with a one run lead. There are multiple examples where Valentine has blown games by leaving a pitcher in too long or not replacing relievers who were facing wrong-handed batters or having guys shifted on the field away from where the ball is hit for no good reason. Sorry, Ben, but float that shit to the pink hats some place else.

I was over Valentine before he started. We Might As Well have Tim Fucking McCarver managing the team. At least Bv admitted he has stunk so far.. Better than Ben... Ben Cherington..

"Ben you're always running here and there
You feel you're not wanted anywhere..."

"He makes out the lineup.. He makes decisions.." sounds like an old Dana Carvey George Bush SNL parody. I blame Ben and BV for the roster. They came out of spring training together with the stupidest pitchng staff they could conjure up. Our outfielders are hurt because they have to work so hard to make up for the pitching debacle - chasing the never ending flyballs, trying 110% to score because as we have seen, you need a 15 run lead to have any chance of getting thru the last 3 frames.

And lastly, John, Tom, Larry. The three stooges. Baseball is only something you sell AFTER you have put the parts together to win. This "Redsox Exceptionalism" philosophy dont win games. 2004 and 2007 are gone. Owners need to stick to owning and hiring good management, not hiring shitty management and trying to run it themselves. Just ask Jerry Jones - even he figured it out.

I need a window seat on Natalie's bus. Will this bus allow pharmaceutical smoking? I need to take the edge off this attitude I have developed. At least a big fat fully stocked bar cart? Stuck in the aisle right next to me?

At the beginning of the season, I was not nearly as emotionally invested in the Sox as I usually am. The results of the first three weeks of the season and Saturday's debacle have done nothing to change that. I'd like a seat on Natalie's wagon.

Jeff in NC- absolutely on the bar cart and pharma smoking. I am thinking high end bourbon, cigars and "primo budz, real sticky weed." Bus TVs playing the 12-disc Boston Red Sox 2004 World Series Collector's Edition. Any other requests?

Can you get Big Bri hired as the bathroom attendant?

@ Nat - //Any other requests?//

ummm, yeah. Real Dolls.

Natalie, I'm afraid I cannot get on the bus as I have a husband who has not lived in a pre-04 world so he's butt achingly optimistic about the whole debacle.

He's also British and with that comes that whole stiff-upper-lip-we'll-live-off-tinned-beans-and-stale-bread-until-this-all-ends attitude.
I suppose I'll live off the Scotch.


(or is it santora?)
Anyways: http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Santorum


How big is that bus Natalie?

Hey, a win! Looks like drinking and not watching the games was the key.

So, what happened?

Also: "Red Sox RH Daisuke Matsuzaka's rehab start for Class A Salem, his first real game since undergoing reconstructive elbow surgery last June, was rough. He gave up six hits, three runs and two homers in four innings."

//Red Sox RH Daisuke Matsuzaka's rehab start for Class A Salem, his first real game since undergoing reconstructive elbow surgery last June, was rough. He gave up six hits, three runs and two homers in four innings.//

On this staff, he'd be the ace.

At least he'd last four innings.

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