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Wishing you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
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Posted by: Past a Diving Jeter | 2014.12.24 at 01:37 PM
Thanks,h.b.-all the best to you and yours.
Posted by: Harwich Rich | 2014.12.24 at 03:53 PM
I rather suspect the Butler is in need of a chiropractor after the test of strength.
Posted by: Chairman Meow | 2014.12.24 at 05:23 PM
One more WS title under the tree wouldn't be a bad gift.
Posted by: da kine | 2014.12.24 at 06:05 PM
Merry Christmas, h.b.! Merry Christmas lurkers!
Posted by: HunterStars | 2014.12.25 at 09:07 AM
Merry Christmas HB, and all of the assorted creeps who gather 'round his yule log.
Posted by: Bob | 2014.12.25 at 11:21 AM
I think this was the first Christmas in at least the last 10 that I found nothing Red Sox related under the tree.
Posted by: COD | 2014.12.29 at 09:21 AM
Same to you and all my fellow creeps double.
Posted by: ponch | 2014.12.29 at 02:04 PM
Well. There he is, looking like he had a "weekend", and he has that lady with the odd accent with him, too. Well, my spot atop the water heater beckons.
My butler asks, Wouldn't it be totally cool if we (Red Sox) signed Scherzer right under the MFY's noses, after Kuroda vamoosed?
Posted by: Chairman Meow | 2014.12.30 at 10:02 AM
With apologies to Roger Angell:
Greetings, Friends!! Of this I’m sure.
Your Boston Red Sox disappoint to the core
Hey that’s nasty, that’s so mean.
What happened to the New Year theme?
Patience, creeps, I’ll get there soon.
Just let me cross the summer swoon.
Let’s lift a glass for Grady Sizemore.
No, let’s not. He’s washed ashore.
Along with Rossy, Yoanis Cespedes
Could we have gotten anything Less (ter)?
I think not. (When I think at all)
But yet we’re yolked to the old baseball.
Spring burnt brightly, trophies raised,
But we ended up in an August haze.
Where to start? Where to go?
On to the Fort. 162-0.
On Remy, On Orsillo, on Obie and Joe
Betts,Papi, Xander and Rusny Castillo.
That just fine mess of a kettle of fish
Thrown in JBJ, Jr. to flail at the dish.
Petey has no powah. Buch has no arm
And what of the can’t miss kids down on the farm?
What, indeed. You can collect ‘em all.
A then trade the lot for a bucket of balls.
Or Hanley Ramirez, of surname so screwy.
He’ll run to LF and then pull a U—ey.
Back to the infield, or slide on to first.
He’s hardly the guy to quench the creeps’ thirst.
But what do my wandering eyes do appear?
A big chunky Panda with eleventeen years
On his contract and big Benjamins
He’s got his rings and he’ll never be thin.
Look forward, not back. No “three in ten years”
Not us creeps, as determined by vote of our peers.
There’s Rich and the Kaz-man, Natalie, too
Past-a-Diving-Jeter and the Hon. sdu . (“g’day, mate”)
Pablo, C. Flake and of course, Bob, too.
It would be no holiday without giving a cat doff
To the world’s longest comment string without a payoff.
As the year nears its end, I am serving thin gruel
With a good mix of lovable, surly and cruel.
It seems like there’s no succor
No hope for our crew.
We are strapped to this Sox team
As it keeps turning the screw.
Hark now! We espy the elephant in the panel.
h.b. has “retired”, but continues to channel
Our hopes, dreams and fears. Each now and again
He puts up some artwork, and brings us back in.
In short, we deserve it, and have no surcease.
We are stuck in our Fenway Park thousand year lease.
Nine dollars for beer! Can I get a ten?
Wally’s an icon. Here hand him a pen.
I could go on, and I have. Now I’ll stop.
Hand me a 40, let’s take a pop.
In a month it is Truck Day
In another, the season.
And the end of the year is just a good reason
To thank all of you from my shallow, foul heart
Let’s yak, let’s bitch, let’s get out to the Pahk.
At the tips of our fingers ,we’ll cheer, scream and jeer
And cry out as one “wait ‘til THIS year’ “
See you in the Series.
lc.
Posted by: louclinton | 2014.12.30 at 11:28 AM
Thank you, LC. Well said. A magical masterpiece once again.
Thanks to HB as always.
Happy New Year to all the creeps!
Posted by: SonomaSox | 2014.12.30 at 01:20 PM
Bravo, LC.
Posted by: Bob | 2014.12.30 at 05:17 PM
And I heard him exclaim as he faded from sight
Sunsets for rent! The price is just right!
Bien hecho, senor.
Posted by: pabloin nh | 2014.12.30 at 07:21 PM
...and Boney Notches. ;O
Posted by: Harwich Rich | 2014.12.31 at 09:09 AM
Farewell '14. Good riddance to "twerk,"
More HB is a beauteous end-of-year perk,
LC stuck a cadence in the head of this jerk,
On to '15...I'll continue to lurk.
Posted by: SAC | 2014.12.31 at 10:22 AM
Well done as usual, LC. Happy New Year creeps!
Posted by: soxinsix | 2014.12.31 at 12:02 PM
2014 is almost over.
FINALLY!
Enjoy amateur night, creepy peeps!
lou appears to be less hostile towards my boss than my boss is toward him. To a better 2015...
Posted by: Cmdrflake | 2014.12.31 at 12:20 PM
Happy 'arbitrary point in the space-time continuum' to all. Let's hope 2015 brings at least one title to the local teams.
Posted by: yazbread | 2014.12.31 at 03:57 PM
Well, to be fair, yazbread, it's not entirely arbitrary. But you can thank Caesar for it. It meant the lands he conquered had to use his calendar which matched their consul appointments meaning they adopted his systems and had to leave their original ones.
So, Happy Janus Day everyone!
Posted by: Kaz | 2014.12.31 at 06:39 PM
I will assume that Caesar's brother had the calendar concession for Gaul.
Posted by: yazbread | 2014.12.31 at 07:09 PM
Unmitigated, at that.
And I presume we all had a successful Saturnalia?
Posted by: yarnista | 2015.01.01 at 01:51 AM
Any First-Footers out there??
Posted by: Harwich Rich | 2015.01.01 at 04:23 AM
Happy New Year, HB, and fellow travelers of the creepish sort.
Posted by: Bob | 2015.01.01 at 03:18 PM
Sorry for the late post - season's greetings to all Soxaholix creepsters.
Thank you, hb, for keeping it going.
THANK YOU, lc, your latest epic is epic, great job and hugely appreciated.
Posted by: RedStripeNan | 2015.01.02 at 12:03 PM
My vacation is fast coming to an end. At two weeks long, it's been about 50 weeks too short.
Have a great weekend all. Hopefully we'll have something fun to yak about on Monday.
Posted by: Bob | 2015.01.02 at 05:23 PM
My vacation is fast coming to an end. At two weeks long, it's been about 50 weeks too short.
Have a great weekend all. Hopefully we'll have something fun to yak about on Monday.
Posted by: Bob | 2015.01.02 at 05:23 PM
RIP Ellie Mae Clampett :(
Posted by: Harwich Rich | 2015.01.03 at 04:59 PM
Happy New Year, creeps. Bravo lc, as usual
wondering if the Panda can skate right wing?
Posted by: buckner was framed | 2015.01.05 at 11:30 AM
Tomorrow is Petey Day.
Posted by: Bob | 2015.01.05 at 02:56 PM
too bad he'll have to share the stage w/ Lefty McMullet.
Posted by: SonomaSox | 2015.01.06 at 12:52 PM
Pedro! pedro! Pedro!
(91.1%)
Curt Schilling, 39.2%.
Posted by: Bob | 2015.01.06 at 02:37 PM
There's gonna be one crazy scene at Cooperstown this July. Gotta book a room in Utica, that's as close as I can afford to stay at. Party on!
Posted by: Cmdrflake | 2015.01.06 at 02:47 PM
Someday in the far off future he'll play in heaven's hall of fame game - and finally get his chance to drill the Babe in the ass!
Posted by: Steve in MD | 2015.01.07 at 12:56 PM
So, why is it that there's special mud from New Jersey to take the shine off baseballs and make them easier to handle, but new US paper currency is not treated?
Posted by: yarnista | 2015.01.07 at 01:43 PM