Little-known fact: Alex Cora graduated magna cum laude from Hogwarts.
No, I can’t prove it … but it’s the only reasonable explanation for how the rookie manager just bodyslammed the Yankees in the ALDS by pulling off a string of flawless moves that, had they not panned out, would have made for the longest winter of his life.
I bet David Price is a great guy. In fact, I bet if I was sitting at the counter in a pizza joint having a slice, and he sat down nearby, and I asked him if he could please pass me the grated cheese, he’d be all, “Yeah, man, no problem. Here, have some grated cheese. And, hey, how ’bout some red-pepper flakes, too?” And I’d be like, “No, thanks” — because I’m a big wimp when it comes to hot, spicy foods — but, also, I’d be like, “but thanks for asking … and, hey, aren’t you Red Sox starter David Price? Wow, you seem like a great guy!”
It doesn’t get any better than Red Sox vs. Yankees in the postseason, am I right? No, it sure doesn’t … if the Sox win, that is. If they lose? Well, if they lose, it doesn’t get any worse.
I want to love David Price — really, I do — but he won’t let me.
Why, David Price? Why won’t you let me love you?
In February 2015, we finally returned to Fenway South … and as much as our inaugural 2013 experience had surpassed our expectations, our sophomore visit blew them out of the water.
Me last night:
No, really: That’s it? That’s how it ends? That’s how the 2016 Red Sox go down? That’s how Big Papi’s career comes to a close?
Ooof. I can’t even look at that picture without looking like that picture.