…last night’s game gets a two-word review: shit sandwich. I figgered Brad Penny would rise to the occasion, prove the naysayers wrong and crank out …

I hate going out on a limb and making predictions, especially when Brad Penny, the Steven Seagal of pro baseball, is on the hill against …

Next week, Denton and I will be doing our part for the Jimmy Fund Telethon by holding a Sox game watching thing at Crossroads Ale …

Such are the highs and lows of the 2009 post-All Star Game Sox. Last Friday, after that come-from-behind, ninth inning laser show, I was secretly …

I don’t like to brag, but I totally called that one. And it hasn’t happened a lot this season. Typically when I predict a big …

On paper, tonight’s match-up between Magic Roy Halladay and Li’l Clay Buchholz–perhaps the only guy in the world who makes Bronson Arroyo look Ebert-esque–doesn’t look …

Look, 2009 Red Sox, I’m a guy who doesn’t need a lot of extra excitement in his life. I make my own excitement, goddam it. …

There aren’t many sure things on this 2009 team — at least not a lot of positive sure things. But one of them is Commander …

Nights without fresh baseball leave me feeling like a sack of loose change, howling at the moon, peering at the neighbor’s wife through the blinds …

After watching the Sox drop the series to the Texas Rangers and fall a half-game out of the Wild Card lead, a drinking buddy and …

The top of the AL East, our former place of residence, has long since been abandoned. Now our current digs atop the AL Wild Card …

I don’t want to sound presumptuous, because God knows there are about a million variables that you could pin last night’s mind-boggling win in Texas …

There are two great axioms in baseball. One is, “When Julian Tavarez asks you if you’d like to see his pet snake Armando, never answer …

Actually, it’ll be more like lunch time with Buchholz, as the young hurler takes the hill against Justin Verlander. But we do have a brief …

There wasn’t much more I could have asked from Tuesday night’s game, but it turns out I missed the triumphant return of Remy to the …

As I have long been suspected of not actually existing, a theory several people (including certain ex-girlfriends, SG commenters and Denton) continue to perpetuate, I …

Thunderclaps of applause spilling across the Fens and down the Pike. Jubilant drunks high-fiving strangers in the streets. Pretty girls in their Sox caps smiling …

It’s okay to admit that you felt it, even for a few brief moments. When Victor Martinez went yard in the eighth last night, I …

The Sox’ offense has now pulled a pretty convincing Jimmy Hoffa for twenty-four consecutive innings, disappearing without a trace and leaving no indication that it’s …

Day late and a dollar short, but RIP John Hughes, who gave us cinema’s greatest line ever: “Well, uh, let’s see, he was wearing a …

Okay, this was the post in which I was gonna reflect wistfully on last night’s trainwreck of a loss. But, honestly, I’ve got nothing more …

That was the best game and the worst loss of the season. Crushing not just because it ate up over 5 and a half hours …

Well, someone at Red Sox HQ heard my last post, as Smoltz was DFA’d this afternoon. Hey, it would have been a great story if …

Or Mars. Or some small town outside Dubuque. Or that underground society where the mutants worshipped an atomic bomb in Beneath the Planet of the …

You know the drill, Red Sox. Until you break the losing streak, I keep posting the vid:

Okay. We’ve dropped two to the Rays. We’re back in the Bronx. Time for a win. And I’m talking a real thunderclap of a win. …

…if Papi’s gonna hear it from the New York crowd. Ah, probably not. Also, get yer World Series tickets now.

What is it about stepping into the Trop that turns the Sox from Spider-Man to Peter Parker? From Red Bull to warm Ovaltine? From Led …

Folks, I don't ask for much. I'm a man of simple means, with simple dreams and simple desires. I just want to see Brad Penny …

Seriously. All of you. Just show up, give me the quick cleat-to-sack, then head back to your mansions and 18 year-old girlfriends. Sure, it’ll hurt. …

Tonight begins a whirlwind tour of duty against our most bitter AL East rivals, the Rays and Yanks. And on the heels of our four …

Everything just makes sense when Josh Beckett’s on the mound. Nuff said.

Seriously, and what are the chances of that? I was wandering through the aisles, looking for a cheap port wine, when my man Ken texted …

The trade deadline is typically more pomp than circumstance. But this year, with the Sox locked in some sort of offense-draining quagmire and Ortizgate filling …

That’s what it feels like, bro. That’s what it feels like. Oh, and f@#k Giambi.