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Never did I think I would welcome the sounds of Buck Martinez and Chip Caray tongue-bathing the Rays or 30,000 trailer-park residents ringing cowbells. But …

I wrote the words below in 2004, following game five of the ALCS. Last night, when the Rays went up 7-0, I texted a friend …

I can’t agree more with Mr. McAdams. I think Maddon outcoached himself by making the pitching change. Sure, “Big Game” James Shields has a 10+ …

Sure, there were a lot of great Red Sox Pop Culture Moments. Like the time a slightly drunken Carl Yastrzemski appeared on the Tonight Show …

…so if you give us a chance to remember The love we had once together Wait and see Time is all that we really need …

Excellent work, I say. By allowing ourselves to once again assume the role of Ned Beatty in Deliverance, by dropping our third straight playoff game …

Nervous? What do you mean, nervous? Me?! Nervous? About Shakey Tim Wakey on the mound? In a most critical playoff game? In which a loss …

Good. That was my first impression watching the Sox get taken out behind the woodshed by, in no particular order, the entire Rays batting order, …

Once again, Denton and I will help knock the fine art of liveblogging down to jerk level with running commentary on today’s game three at …

Red is truly a better man than I am. After watching a game as painful as having your pubes plucked out one at a time …

For a game that started out like happy hour at Thunder Mountain, it slowly devolved into a torturous, horribly-umpired affair, ultimately crashing with Hindenburgesque splendor …

At least when he’s on he is. Listen, I’ve heard it non-stop today on the talk shows, in the barrooms (hell yes, I hang there …

Look at that glorious filthy bastard! Look at him! Mere facial hair to most, but to clever people like me who talk loudly in restaurants, …

DAISUKE! SHIELDS! COCO! COWBELLS! THAT GODDAM RAYS MASCOT! JOE MADDON’S HIPPER-THAN-THOU EYEWARE. IT’S ALL SET TO COLLIDE TONIGHT… AT THE TROP! Also, it’s our first …

The Angels series is firmly behind us, a fleeting memory that passed by – as the song says – like a warm summer day. The …

I live in my own mind. Ain’t nothin’ but a good time. No rain just sunshine. Out here in my own mind.

Is it just me, or does it seem like it’s been a hundred days since we last saw a baseball game? Thank god the drought …

Last year, as the Sox barrelled toward an improbable victory over the Injuns in the ALCS, the K-Men’s wooden Papelbon puppet–or, “The Pappet”, as we …

For the third time in five years, the Red Sox faced the Angels in the ALDS. For the third time in five years, the Red …

Mentally drained. Slightly drunk (again). Hoarse, pale and gaunt. Only two meals today–Red Bull and a Pop Tart for breakfast, pork chop and half-case of …

No bets. No guarantees. No braggadocio. No “Here we come, Tampa Bay.” Although I hated the outcome, last night’s Sox loss was everything you could …

Every time I see Mikey “Scenic” Lowell hobbling to the plate or contorting his body in the field, I think two things. The first is, …

You’re lying. If the minute you heard the words “Javy Lopez coming in to pitch,” you didn’t know this thing was over, you’re a filthy …

Am I tempting fates by calling for the sweep? Hell no, I’ve been calling for it since the series started. The hard part is over. …

Easy. Because tonight, Commander Kick Ass of the F@#k Yeah Brigade, as we have so christened him, will be tussling with Anaheim in what could …

And if he can do it, gentle reader, so can we. Game three in less than 16 hours. Can you dig it?

Sorry, baby. But they’re the defending world champs. That’s just how it’s got to be.

Some days, I just can’t recognize my pre-2004 self. The guy who knew nothing but bitter failure. Nails on chalkboards. Knees to nutsacks. The guy …

I think you can guess who’s who. Goodnight, see y’all at the ALCS.

1:28am: Sox win! I collapse. Drunk, bloated. Oddly satisfied. F@#k you, K-Rod. And piss on you, Rally Monkey. This is Red, signing off. 1:24am: YOUK …

Tonight’s a big game, alright, sir. If we take it, I’d say the ALDS is fait accompli. Because I can’t imagine the Angels taking two …

Back in 1986, when they represented the entire state of California, not just the people’s republic of Anaheim, the Angels were one strike away from …

What must the Angels be thinking? Beckett pushed back, Manny gone, Lowell and Drew held together with duct tape and prayers, and still the Red …

Which of the following ties requires more “D” batteries? The answer, of course, is Jim Ed’s, although Sager gets bonus points for pairing that tie …

No Beckett? No problem. Jon Lester has been doling out the awesome by the metric ton this season, and last night/this morning’s blockbuster performance in …