So they finally met as Red Sock and Yankee. Matsuzaka and Matsui. Together again, at last. And it was dizzyingly brilliant, like when Jean-Luc Picard met James T. Kirk. Or when Spiderman met the Human Torch. Or when the guy who played the mugger on Diffr’nt Strokes appeared as an entirely different mugger on The Dukes of Hazzard and somehow, something inside your young mind clicked and it all started to make sense. Well, anyway, I’m guessing this is how it went down:
Matsui: Good to see you again.
Matsuzaka: You as well.
Matsui: Still got the tape?
Matsuzaka: What?
Matsui: Attack of the Lactating Schoolgirl Robots. I loaned it to you back in 2000 as I’m certain you recall.
Matsuzaka: Heh heh heh. That was yours?
Cervasio: It’s an historical moment here. We’re seeing something special.
Remy: Actually, Attack of the Lactating Schoolgirl Robots wasn’t all that good as I recall.
Orsillo: No, Jerry, you’re right. I prefer a little more lactation for my money.
Anyway, just a couple random thoughts that came to me while watching last night’s Grapefruit Jamboree against the Yanks:
I worry about Mike Lowell’s bat this season. But I’m worrying less and less about J.D. Drew’s.
Possessor of the greatest name in the universe: Fieldin Culbreth, who worked home plate for the game. Say it with me now: Fieldin Culbreth. Fieldin Culbreth. Fieldin Culbreth.
Fieldin. Culbreth.
My Dad and I used to watch Manny Delcarmen pitch for West Roxbury High back in the day, and there’s nothing I’d love more than to see l’il Manny have a killer season on ths hill. He looked pretty good last night in one inning of work, setting the side down 1-2-3 with a strikeout.
With absolutely nothing to base it on except pure, misguided intuition, I think Coco Crisp is going to tear it up this season.
I’ve been watching Tim Wakefield toss that silly-ass pill for years now, but there’s still nothing that captivates me more than the sight of a tremendous lug like Jason Giambi waving his bat madly as the ball trips gently away from it. When Timeh’s on, it’s amazing cinema.
Does the guy from Sullivan Tire own a comb, or is that torrid mess of white a “look” that he’s carefully cultivating with the help of some handsomely-paid handlers and PR execs? Is looking like a sort of crazed homeless person a clever ploy for creating business? More importantly, why does he never mention Marty McFly or that DeLorean time machine in his ads? Is he so ashamed of his past?
