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Brave as a blizzard

Cocky? Are you kidding me? Aftah a loss and a rain out, nothing for a man to do but sit around and think.


Thinking and thinking, 'till there ain't nothing you ain't thunk?


Absolutely. I mean watching a 26 and 12 Red Sox team in May is kinda like watching a formah A-list celebrity diva … you know a complete breakdown and return to rehab is coming, you're just not sure when.


C'mon, dude. That's the nature of the 162 game season. It's a long journey. Just follow the yellow brick road.


Yeah, right. "Lions and blistahs and tears. Oh my!"



Day-night doubleheader.

In myyyyyyyyyyy day, we used to buy one ticket and see both games.

And we liked it!

Just trying to enjoy the ride, and not worry that the 2007 season turns into the country death song that was Aug-Sep 2006.

Kaz, glad you're going to get to see the early game today. Enjoy!

Oh, for you youngsters out there, a little reference:


And in my day, all of the starters actually PLAYED both games! And we liked that, too!



Back in the day when Dennis Miller did the news, he made a reference to the Gadsden purchase, which I happened to be studying in high school at that very same time.

And I realized that history was cool.

A day-nightah!


Let me be the first to say that you can't sweep a doubleheadah unless you win the first game.

Go BatShit.

Oh, and 8 hours of Glenn Geffner. I should be eating the inside of my pancreas through my throat after what that will do to me.


Nice Violent Femmes reference. ;)

Jesus! I felt like Hiro Nakamura trying to bend the space-time continuum pulling that Violent Femmes reference out of my once drug addled mind! Still breathing in the stink...

Day light come but you can't go home!

I remember a few years back when the Sox started out something like 5-23, lost their first 13 in a row or something. Not clear on the details but I remember the feeling. Yeah, it's only mid-May, but given that it's mid-May we are in really good shape. Every Sox fan I know is showing a healthy balance of happiness and caution, minus the pre-'04 sense of doom. I think we are all handling this with a content realism that would make the Budhha smile.

When I was a kid we didn't have dugouts and umpires and nice, new bats. And we lined up and picked teams in any field that was big enough for us to play...and we liked it, we loved it! Close call?...the most vociferous and believable kid/team won the argument...and that was an acceptable way to conduct a ballgame.

I sorta miss those days when a game would be stopped for 10 minutes to find a ball that went in the woods.

You know, the path metaphor is a stable of western literature. Everyone loves a story where someone follows 'the way' to get somewhere, whether it be a triumphal achievement or a tragic ending. The story is about the journey, what is revealed about the people in it, and the big payoff at the end is often not as good as the way there.

I have been thinking about this a lot with the current season. 26-12 is a big, juicy number and it's something we can all appreciate here in the moment. Placing our future hopes and expectations on it is another matter entirely. August is the worst month, I have seen the best bats of my generation fall prey to the ides of summer too many times in the past, and it scares me to think about what could come too far down the road.

So I am just trying to enjoy what is happening now, and to savor the moment watching the Yankees flounder while the Sox thrive. What could be the best parts of the season are the players as they are right now. The team has been hit with adversity in the form of injuries and it is going to be interesting to see if Drew and Beckett become Nomars or play like real Dirt Dogs for the people of Boston. Lowell's resurgence reminds me so much of watching Trot a few years back and I am rooting for him to keep this up forever. Manny's extended cold streak seems to be going on and on and I cannot wait until he learns to dive for a catch again. The bullpen, that awesome, mighty bullpen we have been missing the last few seasons, entices me and helps me rest easily each night.

I don't really care to guess if the Sox are going to be in the series this year. I know that it will go to the team that wants it the most, and these guys certainly have enough potential to do it. We are seeing the story play out right now and it is more interesting than all the wild speculation in the world.


Man, if you can't call into work sick to use your tickets for the day of the day-nightah...

I had to give my friends' tickets to a Detroit fan and a MFY fan. Sure, they're good people when we're not talking baseball, but this is Fenway.

Oh well, at least I won't be in my section all alone.

And in MY day, not only did all the starters (including the pitchers) start both games of the doubleheader, but if someone dropped from exhaustion on the field, we left them there and let the buzzards take care of 'em! If a pitcher's arm snapped off from the strain of throwing 300 pitches in one day, we used the severed arm for a bat! That's the way it was and we LIKED it! We LOVED it!

Yeah, and in my Paw-paw's day, they had to walk EIGHT MILES each way, through the snow, barefooted, uphill, BOTH WAYS to get to an Early April day game. And if you wanted chowdah, you had to walk yourself down to Boston Hahboh and catch your OWN damned clams, cause there weren't no Legal Seafood kiosk nearby. In fact, ALL seafood was legal as long as the Hahboh Patrol didn't catch up to you.

AND WE LIKED IT. (You young punks with your rock 'n roll and your DH rule... No respect for the game! None at all! Damned whippersnappers...)

And back in the day, you used to be able to get as many beers as you wanted...RIGHT IN YOUR SEAT. And you wore your very groovy two-tone Sox cap, and you took a leak in a trough...and WE ASKED OUR DAD IF WE COULD HAVE ONE AT HOME.

Cripes, Ryan, we aren't stupid. The Sox were dropping like flies last year. You think our collective memory doesn't reach back that far? And I see you didn't let the opportunity to get your digs in on Drew slip by.

If we're playing "the good old days," how I long for Leigh Montville. Ryan, CHB, Buckley, Massarotti - all a bunch of sniping, pissed-off old farts.

Hey guys,

It's Jason from Boston. Just because I'm trying to ram a spam dildo up your ass, do not take this like I'm trying to ram a spam dildo up your ass.

I don't see why you wouldn't be interested in taking one in the chute!!

again, I apologize for trying to rudely violate you, but I'm not!!

Hah-all we had was a rock and a stick and none of your fancy shmantsy gloves either.We were DAMN glad to have 'em :)

Sorry to take up so much space, bt reading this just had me snorting coffee out my nose. (And I LIKED it!):

"I'm oooooold! And I'm not happy! And I don't like things now compared to the way they used to be. All this progress -- phooey! In my day, we didn't have these cash machines that would give you money when you needed it. There was only one bank in each state -- it was open only one hour a year. And you'd get in line, seventeen miles long, and the line became an angry mob of people -- fornicators and thieves, mutant children and circus freaks -- and you waited for years and by the time you got to the teller, you were senile and arthritic and you couldn't remember your own name. You were born, got in line, and ya died! And that's the way it was and we liked it!

Life was simpler then. There wasn't all this concern about hy-giene! It my days, we didn't have Kleenex. When you turned seventeen, you were given the family handkerchief. ... It hadn't been washed in generations and it stood on its own ... filled with diseases and swarmin' with flies. ... If you tried to blow your nose, you'd get an infection and your head would swell up and turn green and children would burst into tears at the sight o' ya! And that's the way it was and we liked it!

Life was a carnival! We entertained ourselves! We didn't need moooovin' pitchurrrres. In my day, there was only one show in town -- it was called "Stare at the sun!" ... That's right! You'd sit in the middle of an open field and stare up at the sun till your eyeballs burst into flames! And you thought, "Oh, no! Maybe I shouldn't've stared directly into the burning sun with my eyes wide open." But it was too late! Your head was on fire and people were roastin' chickens over it. ... And that's the way it was and we liked it!

Progress?! Flobble-de-flee! In my day, when we were angry and frustrated, we just said, "Flobble-de-flee!" 'cause we were idiots and we didn't know what else to say! Just a bunch o' illiterate Cro-Magnons, blowin' on crusty handkerchiefs, waitin' in lines for our head to burst into flame and that's the way it was and we liked it!"

Um, I think Manny is officially spam. If I were interested in flying 7000 miles to see Manny sign shit, I'm not now.

Any1 want 2 by sum 1o1ita pr0n?

Holy Batshit, Batman!

Nice job, Julian.

BTW, see3 this in Edes blog:

//Tavarez sheepishly admitted he had an odd ambition as a kid. If he couldn't be a baseball player, he said, he thought he might have a future as an adult movie star.//

Hmmm, maybe Batshit is more like a horse.

It is a private signing therefor the way it works is you send in your Manny memorabilia to have it signed, OR you can let us handle that part as well...

Okay, laughing my ass off at the idea that they handle sending in your Manny memorabilia to be signed for you... I know he means that they could provide the memorabilia as well, but the way this is written I just picture Ted/Manny showing up at my apartment and ransacking it and boxing up shit they think Manny should sign...Don't take the dog, please!!!

Trying not to laugh here in the office lest they think I am surfing the web instead of working. Too effin funny today.

Holy Batshit indeed my friend! Another 1 run lead held by the bullpen. Gotta love it.

Nat - Maybe he'll sign that teal bridesmaid dress for you! I'm sure that'll go over big at the bar. Maybe you could wear it while he signs.

Also - 7 full from Tavares. Holy Bat-shit, indeed! Veddy niccce...


Back in my day, we used to play at Elysian Fields, the Yankees used to win, we knew the names of everybody who was in the rotation on any given day, Luis Vizcaino (with all due respect) wasn't pitching by the fourth inning and we weren't looking over our shoulders at the likes of Baltimore and Tampa Bay.

Don't misinterpret this as Thunder losing faith in the season... simply musing aloud that, at the moment, my Yankees suck. I will try to digest that with realism that would make the Buddha smile. Just thought that Thunder's gloom might cheer you further and, in the process, hoping to pull off a double reverse jinx with my melancholy.


Hooligan is teh shizznit. I could engage in some spamming of my own based on the 8th inning, but will not. That's disrespecting the site. You all will see what I'm talking about in a coupla days, when something new and exciting appears in the top right corner.

we used live in shoe box in middle of the road!

da kine, are you about to give us the Big O on a T-shirt??

If it's anything like your other designs, I might jump at this one. Okajima is my boy.

Man-Ted-ny, tell me when you get a private signing from Okajima, Matsuzaka, and Sakura Sena (be _really_ careful searching that name to figure out who she is), all at the same time. Then I might check out your awesome, totally-not-spam, site.

I will try to digest that with realism that would make the Buddha smile.

A little Pepto might help.

Rob -- after seeing parts of each game in the White Sox series, a gallon wouldn't help. At the moment they won't hit, they can't pitch and they don't run. They do everything else splendidly. It's like watching reruns of the CBS Years.


Kaz, click on my name, then look at the front page. We should have shirts in hand in 7-10 days.

O.K. Okajima? But I asked first!

How baseball, sometimes, can really help.

Last night at about 10-00pm (AEST) a word document of 20 odd pages, created lovingly over the previous 4 days, suddenly evaporated from my USB memory stick. It went all WRLxxx for no apparent reason and now appears, when it appears at all, as a series of many inscrutable squares. I spent the next hour or so trying to find it with no luck (it would take luck because I don't have a clue). So I relied on diazapen to sleep, woke with a start at 4-00am, haven't slept since (now 8-30am Friday) and started from scratch at 7-00am to try to recreate it.

Well somewhere in there I saw Bob's 'Holy Batshit' post and knew something good must have happened. So I went to CBS sportsline - the Sox had won, the Yanks were getting beat. All of this was some considerable comfort.

Let's play two.

soxdownunder, you will indeed be getting the very first OK! Okajima shirt. Paps is going to take a bit longer because they have to special order the brown shirts.

please, no advice on backing things up on the hard disc or in cyberspace or any other obvious fucking shit

dk, my day is improving by the minute, tnx

Re: Batshit's performance, it seems a shame that when Lestah comes up and starts mowing fools down, the Hooligan will have to go back into the bullpen. I've honestly loved the cat since back in '06 when he was throwing strangely girlish punches at Joey Gathright (sp.?). I don't want him to leave, but wouldn't it make sense (and be kind to him) to deal him to an NL team that has a lack of starting pitching? He might flourish there.

I agree re Batshit - he has pitched better than 2-4 this year. He also has (we would say) a bit of the 'mongrel' about him. Couldn't he stay on as Manny's PR point guy or translator?

OK Sox fans. This is why we never win 100 games, and never will with Francona as manager. The Sox had last night off, as well as three hours off in between games today. That should be enough rest for Big Papi. Yet he's not in the lineup. Why not 1 - stick a dagger in the heart of the Yankees (who lost today), 2 - sweep a doubleheader from a possible playoff opponent, 3 - win (instead of lose) the three game series vs. the Tigers, and 4 - have a three game winning streak going into interleague play? The Tigers want this one, believe me. The Sox? Nah, they'll dick around, resting players who were already rested yesterday. Winning is for someday, but not today. Papi doesn't even play in the field. - paddy24

Hey, I just found out that there is an ants' nest in my CD-Rom drive!! Really.
'laugh and think that this is austr-a-lia'
Up to page 4 of reconsructed document. Sox losing...

This game is just a little taste of what it will be like if Papi or Manny gets hurt. They can't even hit the inept Chad Durbin. Hopefully, the Sox coaches will teach Papi how to slide correctly so he doesn't get hurt (or hasn't anyone noticed this impending disaster).

dk, I'm holding out for a Wake t-shirt

Oka-jima san:
A perfect eighth plus a save!
Paddy twen-ty four?

uh, paddy, last I heard papi had the flu or some shit, that's why he wasn't in the lineup.

oh, and last I checked, the Sox still won.

Paddy. With perfect hindsight intact, be honest, don't you feel like the biggest asshole on the board this morning? You sure look like it from up here in the cheap seats...

Paddy. With perfect hindsight intact, be honest, don't you feel like the biggest asshole on the board this morning? You sure look like it from up here in the cheap seats...

General question to the Board: Did Hinske earn his Dirt Dog Merit Badge last night? I sure enjoyed the replay of that catch over and over again on BB Tonight and SportsCenter...

OK - that's weird. It posts half my comment, then posts the entire comment. I think SDU's ant farm has moved to the interwebs...

good one Rob!

Gotta wonder what Dice-man v. Smoltzie woulda been like today, instead of 2 loppsided.

One of my earliest memories (some of you guys ARE REALLY OLD!- I've only heard about 2 for 1 double headers) is going to A's games w/ my buddy's older bros and they's get a "pitcher" of beer for $10 and share it w/us underage kids in the bleachers ($3).

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