Dead Men Pitching

October 15th, 2008

Tim Wakefield and the bullpen coughed it up


Glitch in the System

October 14th, 2008

Agent Smith takes down Red Sox pitcher Jon Lester


Broken Beckett

October 12th, 2008

Josh Beckett’s arm is out of order


Dice Ices Rays

October 11th, 2008

Daisuke “Dice-K” Matsuzaka


Heavenly win

October 7th, 2008

God is a Red Sox fan. Just ask the Angels.

(Oh, and not that it even matters anymore, but just for the record: these guys started their vacation even earlier this year.)

P.S.: We’re all in agreement that Tito (who I rarely second guess; the guy’s record kinda speaks for itself) pretty much screwed the pooch by not trotting Lester back out in the 8th, right? I spent three innings listening to the announcers marvel at how he was getting stronger with each passing inning, and suddenly Justin Masterson is out there hucking balls over Varitek’s head and coughing up the lead.

If nothing else, Tito should have at least had Lester go out to the mound to start the 8th and then pulled him once the inning started so that Lester could get some love from the crowd on his way back to the dugout.

Thoughts?


Slip slidin’ away

October 6th, 2008

Jacoby Ellsbury ruined a great steal by overshooting 2nd base


One-two punch

October 4th, 2008

The Angels hate the Red Sox’s outfield

(*See, there’s a baseball movie titled “Angels in the Outfield.” Yeah, I know, I know: if you have to explain a joke, it probably isn’t funny. Sorry. Best I could come up with; I’m kinda tired from staying up all night twice in three days to watch baseball.)


The Red Pill

October 2nd, 2008

Red Sox Reloaded


Joker’s Wild (about the Sox)

September 27th, 2008

The Joker is wild about the Red Sox

OK, I’m back, people.

(Original image HERE.)


Sux Nation

September 27th, 2008

4 Right Field Roof Deck tickets for the Red Sox

So, remember back in March when I said that I had successfully purchased four Right Field Roof Deck tickets for the Sept. 26 game against the Yankees? Seemed like quite a coup at the time. Hell, I figured there was even a chance that it could end up being the deciding game for the division title.

Fast forward to last night. Bad enough that the Yankees really do suck this year, but the weather … well, let us quote the Boston Globe’s Amalie Benjamin in an Extra Bases post published yesterday at 3:09 p.m.:

“We still haven’t heard anything about whether this game will be played, but it’s looking mighty grim around Fenway Park. It’s pouring, and the tarp remains on the field. The entire outfield is soggy or, as colleague Adam Kilgore just said, ‘It looks like a moat in front of the Green Monster.’

“That can’t be good for anyone’s health.

“So I wouldn’t make any long drives down to Fenway tonight, but there are also no promises yet that they won’t try to get this game in.”

In a subsequent post published at 7:07 p.m., Kilgore said:

“If they get in five innings tonight, I will eat my media guide. The tarp is being taken off the field, but it is a truly miserable night for baseball.”

So imagine my dismay, disappointment and disgust when the Sox and MLB decide to ass-ram this game through despite all reason, decency and common sense.

Kilgore further summed things up at 8:36 p.m.:

“When everyone bought those last-weekend-of-the-season Yankees-Red Sox tickets back in February, they probably were not hoping for Alfredo Aceves vs. David Pauley in the rain. But that is exactly what they are getting. First pitch was at 8:36.”

Four hours, 16 minutes and a second rain delay later, this sham of a game ended with the Red Sox taking a dive 19-8.

We felt pretty certain the game would be postponed till Sunday … and, regardless, we weren’t about to go stand around in the rain at Fenway all night while they delayed, stopped and restarted this game into the wee hours of the morn.

Who woulda thunk that the game we looked forward to and talked about non-stop for six months would end up turning into a bad memory of a missed game and a $500 Red Sox tab that we ate?

Oh, and speaking of eating, here’s what Kilgore signed off with at 12:52 a.m.:

“My media guide has been devoured. Sprinkled on a little tarragon and grilled it over wood planks. Not bad.”