No One’s in the House. Everyone is Out. All the Lights Are On and the Blinds Are Down.
I’m sure I’ve said this before. But considering the way we fought back, how this thing slipped away, the team we were playing and the …
Quadafrophenia
Yesterday, as you may recall, I asked for white baseball player afros that could best the mighty Don Sutton’s. Well, the votes are in. And… …
All Together Now: "Why Can’t We Get Pitchers Like That?"
Hey, congratulations on that no-hitter. What? That no-hitter last night. Over Arizona. Congrats. That was Anibal Sanchez, fool. I’m Isabel Sanford. Oh. Thanks anyway, Red. …
I’ve Listened to Preachers, I’ve Listened to Fools
A spark. It can be defined as “anything that activates or stimulates; inspiration or catalyst” or “a trace of life or vitality.” In the case …
Not Dead Yet
Critical hits when we need them most? A solid starting pitching performance from Julian Tavarez? Walk-off home-run by some kid from the goddam Yankees’ AAA …
Shorter Days, Longer Faces
Labor Day. A bit of a chill in the air and finally some sunshine here in Boston. But still cloudy and rainy in the hearts …
Aspirations in the Clouds but your Hopes go Down the Drain
Well…not quite down the drain yet, but spiraling faster with every loss. I have gone on record as refusing to give up hope, and I …
What’s Important.
Sometimes, you just have to hand it to the Shaughn. This is one of those times. Everyone at SG sends well wishes and positive vibes …
Towel Meets Floor. Because, Y’know… Someone Threw It In.
Dude. Boomer’s gone. Sure, I’m sad. Because it more or less signals the official “wavin’ of the white flag” on the 2006 season. But far …
When the World is Running Down, Youk Makes the Best of What’s Still Around
In today’s Globe, Gordon Edes asks the Sox what sort of welcome home they anticipate from the fans at Fenway. Kevin Youkilis responds with, “Are …
See, the Parrot Represents the Team. Cleese is Theo. And Palin is Tito.
Suddenly, October’s looking pretty open on my calendar. Yours? Yet, I must continue to pray, pray, pray because, as has been well documented here over …
Just When It Can’t Get Any Worse. It Gets Worse.
We joke, we kid, we take Kyle Snyder’s name in vain. We do these things because we love. Because we live and die a little …
My Ever Changing Moods
Red: [Pushes TV out window.] Okay. Swept by Seattle. They’re done. Red: No, they’re not. Red: [confused] Who are you? Red: I’m you. Your internal …
And Away It Goes
Did you just hear a toilet flushing? I swear I just heard a toilet flushing. Yeah, something definitely just got flushed.
You Be The Judge
OK, just a few short days ago I committed to stick with this team until the end. You may not have read the fine print …
One Step Closer to the Edge…
In the Bizarro world, Curt Schilling is like 20-3 this season. Seriously, since Wake came up lame, Curt seems to have inherited the “sorry, but …
All Apologies
My coworkers know when the Red Sox are pulling a west coast trip. That’s when they find my head in the fish tank. Or under …
It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back
I feel asleep in a NyQuil-induced haze around 9:45 last night. How did the Sox do? We won? Excellent. On another note, when will the …
Why Can’t I Quit You?
What is wrong with me? I see my beloved team treated like a bunch of sissies on the playground and run home crying, yet I …
Well, the Undertaker Drew a Heavy Sigh
They’re not dead, our boys. Not by a long shot. But in the aftermath of The Series About Which We Shall No Longer Speak, I’m …
Laughter as Medicine
On Friday, the first game of The Series About Which We Shall No Longer Speak featured Wang vs. Johnson. Wang vs. Johnson. How the hell …
Would You Trust This Man With Your Season?
No more talk of payrolls. No more talk of deadline trades not made. No more talk of injuries. When you shine the cold light of …
No Soup For You.
Here’s everything you need to know about yesterday’s game in a nutshell: In the bottom of the fourth, down 3-0, we came screaming back with …
But Wait. There’s More.
Holy god. Not how we wanted to open the series, on the business end of an epic thumping. But, of course, we had Johnson on …
The Delicate Sound of Thunder
You know that feeling as a kid where you couldn’t wait to run downstairs on Christmas morning because you were dying to see if Santa …
We Could Be Heroes
It is the most maddening aspect of the game, yet it is the beauty of the game. One night a superstar takes the mound or …
Wild in the Suites
Ladies and gentlemen, dudes and dudettes, fans of Star Trek and Star Trek: The Next Generation alike, I have been to the other side. And …
Knocked Down, Made Small, Treated Like a Rubber Ball
The Sox drop the first installment of Danger Week, leaving me with a slightly sour feeling in my gut. As well as several questions. 1) …
Cue Rainbow’s "Street of Dreams"
There it is. Right there. See that? The Papel-Bot, giving his boy Lowell the glad hand. The “beers on me all f–king week, my man!” …
Every Win Is Bigger Than The Last
What is better than laying around on a beautiful summer Sunday basking in the afterglow of a great Red Sox win? Well, there may be …
The Boys Are Back In Town
Break out the cliches: home cookin’, friendly Fenway, while the cat’s away…OK, that last one doesn’t make any sense but you know what I mean. …
That’s Great It Starts With an Earthquake, Birds and Snakes, an Aeroplane
On the bright side: — Nobody got shot. — Julian Tavarez kept his pants on for the full nine innings, as best I can tell. …
Send Lawyers, Guns and Money
Two years ago, I counted ’em out. They were totally Heston in The Omega Man, just joggin’ around the deserted streets, waiting to get picked …
There’s a Small Boat Made of China. It’s Going Nowhere on the Mantelpiece.
Okay, what I said yesterday. About us being toast if we can’t sweep the Royals? Let me backtrack a bit and adjust that statement to …
Make. It. Stop.
We didn’t just lose to the Royals. No way that just happened. I must have dozed off… missed the end of the game. I bet …