One More Time Into the Fray
So here we are again. The postseason. How did we get here? How did this even happen? I mean, didn’t we just win the World …
Feel It Again
Heaven help us. Here we go again. Just when my heart had finally returned to its normal beating pattern. Just when the fingernails I’d chomped …
And We’ll All Float On Okay
So the Yankees get to spray champagne in our house. Feh. We got the wild card last year, and things turned out pretty much okay …
Let Me Roll It
We are coming in to the final weekend of the 2005 season. Three games that will decide whether the first, crisp weeks of October will …
Was It Over When the Germans Bombed Pearl Harbor?
It’s not over. Not by a longshot. It seems that way. Really, it does. But it isn’t. I will admit this: After last night’s sick, …
Hold That Thought…
Dear God: I don’t ask for much. Okay, sure, there was that thing with The Pussycat Dolls and forty metric tons of Bisquick. But on …
It’s That Magical Time Again
It’s getting darker earlier. There’s a hint of chill in the air [though possibly not today in Boston, where the Gods of Muggy are still …
The Cashman/Headwarmer Dialogues, Vol. 384
[Upstairs in the Cashman home, “Brian the Brain” fumbles through boxes in the closet.] Cashman: Honey, where’s my headwarmer? Mrs. Cashman: It’s in the blue …
Is This the Start of the Breakdown?
Dudes. With all due respect, this is not the way you fall out of first place. You’re supposed to go down swinging. Teeth gnashing. Veins …
Here’s to What the Future Brings
An infuriating loss. But one that leads me to the following conclusion: Edgar Renteria will be the hero of the postseason. Write that down. Store …
If I Speak at One Constant Volume at One Constant Pitch at One Constant Rhythm Right Into Your Ear, You Still Won’t Hear
Sometimes, after particularly spirit-crushing Red Sox loses, Red is visited by the Ghost of Butch Hobson. Yesterday, another such sighting occured, and we present the …
Real Live Idiots
If you’re going to Sunday’s game, do stop by The Souvenir Store [the one right across from Fenway Park on Yawkey Way] where Denton & …
Wake Me Up When September Ends
First things first, big thanks and sloppy kisses to Mike Miliard for his most excellent interview with me and Denton in the latest issue of …
Bombo Rivera Has a Posse
Everytime I look at Gregg Zaun, all I can think is that the poor guy’s a man out of time, far better suited — stylistically …
And He Won’t Stop. Cause He Can’t Stop.
“Greetings opponents! Might I put my foot in your ass? Great! Thanks!”
If Ugly Was a Crime…
Right around the time the Sox were flipping the auto-pilot switch on Saturday, I heard that voice in the back of my head again. Not …
And In the Bar the Piano Man’s Found Another Nail for My Heart
It is not impossible, just highly improbable, for lightning to strike twice in the same place. So when Papi stood at the plate in the …
Top That
If last night’s 6-3 victory over the Angels were a movie, it would be Return of the Jedi. If it were an album, it would …
McCarthyism
Yesterday, at least in the Boston area, was picture-perfect. Sunny skies, temps around 78, the city streets bulging with slightly buzzed college chicks. A game …
All Praise the Magic Helmet
It’s an embarassment of riches! It’s El Bencho and The Magic Helmet… together at last! In the same line-up! On the same night! And they, …
El Bencho Strikes Backo!
Haven’t we learned by now that it’s not going to be easy? That we’re not going to wrap up the division in a neat little …
Who Died and Made You… a Yankee?
[Yankees HQ, Bronx, NY] Secretary: Can I help you? Bellhorn: Yes. Mark Bellhorn. Former Red Sox second baseman. I just got signed here. Secretary: Great. …
Let’s Just Forget it Ever Happened
Wow. Forget everything you’ve seen before last night. This was the worst loss of the season. Just a sickening display, and about the angriest I’ve …
What Matters Most
Before I get into the madness that was last night’s game, I’d like to take a moment to mention something good. Something uplifting. Something that …
Like a Velvet Glove Cast in Iron
Oh, man. Last night’s game. Hurt. So. Much. Losing a game to the Kansas City Royals is simply unaccetable. I don’t care what you say: …
In the Meantime In Between Time
As we trudge our way through another off-day, we bombard you with random thoughts and other off-kilter garbage. * * * * * * * …
Worth the Wait
Yesterday it was all about waiting. Waiting for the rain to come and transform our lawns from Shredded Wheat to lush, rolling green. Waiting for …
Moving Right Along…
Every once in a while, a hot team is gonna hit that wall. And yesterday, the Sox ran smack into Ervin Santana, who shut ’em …
We Hardly Knew Ye, Vol. 2
The Mark Bellhorn era appears to be over for the Sox. Rather than harp on the fact that the dude’s bat hopped the last train …
Stranger Than Fiction
These west coast games are killing me. Take, for example, last night’s horrific loss to the Angels. Around the two-hour mark, I started hallucinating. First, …
Olerud Standard Time
Ladies and Gentlemen, for the first and only time in my life, I’m torn between two men. Millar and Olerud. El Bencho and The Magic …
Sugar, We’re Going Down Swinging
Does it even make sense how good David Ortiz is? It’s like we’re not even watching a human being anymore. It’s actually friggin’ eerie, is …
Tear Out Yer Hair
Losing to the Tigers is bad enough. Dude, spare me all that crap about “these are major league ballplayers… gotta always have your game face …
Reflections on the Weekend Series with the White Sox: An Unbiased Overview by Aquaman, Superman, and Wonder Woman
Superman: Exposure to your yellow sun has granted me a number of unique advantages, including flight, X-ray vision, and the ability to service Hilary and …
Three Things for Friday
First: Let’s talk RemDawg. The guy gets a contract extension from NESN, ensuring that no one will hunger for lack of Remy for the next …