There’s no one on this Red Sox team whose success gets me giddier than Tim Wakefield. Yes, the man can inspire heart-stoppage and spontaneous window-punching …
Couple weeks ago, we would have lost last night’s game. No question. The staggering amount of runners left on base. The inability to crack a …
I hate to say I called it on our last podcast, but I called the motherf#$king shyte out of this weekend series. A sweep of …
Coming into this season, Josh Beckett was one of our biggest question marks. But after watching Commander Kick Ass channel his 2007 self and shut …
So far this season, mostly good things have happened when Josh Beckett takes the hill. And I’m hoping that the good times continue tonight in …
Screw the Bigelow Tea. Adrian Gonzalez revealed the secret to his recent tear: cheesesteak subs: “I had a great cheesesteak before the game that got …
Look, we know they don’t. We know it’s just a bump in the road. A spanner in the works. And everything’s gonna work itself out. …
“But it was not your fault but mine. And it was your heart on the line. I really f*cked it up this time, didn’t I …
And I know you feel my pain, too. Sox vs. Jays. Let’s win it for Jerry.
I can only hope, for Papelbon’s sake, that the TVs in the Sox clubhouse were tuned to something other than the NESN broadcast last night. …
…is a good donnybrook. Not one in which someone gets hurt or mortally wounded or touched indecently by DeMarlo Hale. But maybe one in which …
These days, I’m particularly wary of announcing that this team has turned a corner. Or that the rocket to .500 has just left the platform. …
“They’re going to start hitting.” “Just wait ’til Crawford heats up.” “No way you can keep that line-up down.” “Curt Leskanic was a gentleman. And …
Thanks, as always, to our man Pete from Treehouse Studios for the puppet.
…Because how else do you end a game that took about five hours to play, featured over two hours of rain delay, and ended around …
There are plenty of things that suck worse than losing three of your last four games to the Orioles and Mariners. Especially when the M’s …
Last night, my drunken self stomped around the house and screamed for the bats to come back to life and wondered why in the hell …
These days, I can’t watch a Red Sox game without thinking of that line from JFK where Kevin Costner says, “We’re through the looking glass, …
Every Matsuzaka start brings us The Riddle of Daisuke. As in which pitcher will show up: The curious confounder who one-hit the Blue Jays through …
As if the Sox needed any extra incentive to prevent Dan Haren from reaching 5-0 on their watch, a certain Picard-esque manager is 52 years …
Not a lot to say about last night’s win over the Angels, other than I can only hope the line-up had a meat-and-whiskey basket delivered …
There are always going to be those moments that make you ridiculously happy to be a Red Sox fan. The standing ovation that the Fenway …
Just as I was pulling the cap off another Bud Light tallboy, insisting to anyone who’d bother listening that the Sox’ two-game streak would likely …
Up and at ’em early for the annual Patriot’s Day contest. And while the thought of watching Daisuke roll his 0-2, 12.86 ERA to the …
I spent the better part of Saturday morning shaking off a nasty hangover, slowly getting feeling back in my extremities after freezing in the right …
First things first, shame on me for forgetting that night games in April are cold. Motherflipping cold. In fact, the two most popular vendors at …
Man, nothing like a few brewskis with the guys. Yes, we are fortunate for these opportunities to imbibe and commiserate regarding our current malaise. Malwhat? …
Say what you will about Hedley Lamaar… the guy knew how to put together a kick-ass team. You think a team with bulldykes, Methodists and …
Somebody sold me a bill of goods on this season. This was supposed to be the line-up that wouldn’t quit. A perfect storm of speed …
After Sunday night’s game lulled me into a false sense of security, a sense that our boys were back on track and ready to play …
By the time we got to game seven of the 2004 ALCS, I was driven purely by adrenaline, stale beer and Fritos. My hair was …
There have been plenty of times post-2007 where we’ve turned to Josh Beckett to change up our fortunes, and the guy just couldn’t deliver. Couldn’t …
I’m with The Coz on this. Let’s not win because we’re playing our mortal enemies and it means taking the first home series of the …
Attended my first Fenway game of 2011 yesterday, and a couple of things occurred to me in between beer runs and cursing Russell Martin: First, …
Thanks to my sister and brother-in-law, who came through for me like magic, ticket-conjuring monsters, I will be attending my first Red Sox game of …
