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Sunday, April 11, 2004

For all ya'll haterz out there, put Pedro's last start in your pipe and smoke it. As I said before, I don't care if Pedro never throws another pitch above 90mph ever again, as long as he keeps striking people out. Petey looked nasty, and with some help from Manny, Ortiz and Bellhorn ended up with the W. Sox 4, Jays 1.
This is my reenactment of Ortiz's at-bat in the 12th inning of today's game:
Ortiz: Hey Lopez, do you like apples?
Lopez: Ya, who doesn't?
Ortiz (as he's trotting around second): Great! How do you like them apples?
Mr. Clutch was back at it today, smashing a two-run walk-off homer into the Moster seats to bring the Sox a 6-4 victory over the Blue Jays. Schilling looked good, having acrued 8 k's by the time my parents came to get us in the sixth inning. Imagine our surprise when we got home from Easter dinner and the game was still on. Mark Malaska had a fantastic shut-out 1 2/3 innings, and then we all know how the game ended.
I have to say that it was wrong of me to be so down on Tito the other day, that I realize that he had no one else in the bullpen to go to, and that it is only the first couple games of the season. So Tito, I'm apologising....for now. This doesn't mean, however, that I no longer DETEST Bobby "Why Won't You Just Throw A Fucking Strike" Jones or Ramiro "DL" Mendoza.
Next game is Tuesday against Baltimore again. Man, I'm already sick of watching that team!

Saturday, April 10, 2004


Friday, April 09, 2004

So many frustrating things that I don't know where to start. Tito evidently wanted to get home in time to catch "Sanford & Son" on TV Land tonight, as he left an obviously struggling Bobby Jones on the mound in the thirteenth inning with absolutely no one warming up in the bullpen. The umpire didn't seem very interested in continuing to do his job either, as he screwed Jones out of about 4 strikes --- not that Jones needed any help SUCKING. So thanks Tito, for allowing Bobby Jones to give up a walk-off walk, of all things. Once again, the Sox leave a pathetic amount of men on base (I got home from work in the top of the seventh and saw the bases left loaded twice.)
Watching an out-right ass-whooping is one thing. Watching the manager fucking give the game away is extremely frustrating. I know it's only the fourth game of the season, but why squander a loss just because good ol' Terry wants to go home and enjoy a nice hot cup of chamomile tea and some milk toast before bedtime??? Screw this, I'm going to go play Final Fantasy V.

Thursday, April 08, 2004

Nice second inning last night. Was 2003-esque. Nothing makes me happier than seeing Miguel Tejada fuck up big time - ever since he flipped out about Pump-Fist in Game 5 of the ALDS I've more or less hated his guts. And it was all thanks to that asshole that we were able to have a seven run inning. Man, it's nice to be able to hear Jerry Remy and Don Orsillo again. Speaking of Pump-Fist, he didn't look too shabby either. I'm excited about watching Wakey tonight!

Wednesday, April 07, 2004

I was gonna write last night but I accidentally got too drunk. Was very happy with yesterday's game. I met my husband at the bar after I got off of work and spent about five minutes drilling him on all the details of Curt Schilling's start. "How many strikeouts? What did his stuff look like? How did he look in a Sox uniform?" I'll tell you how he looked - he looked like he was born to wear the red, white and blue. Foulke did awesome as well. I was a little dismayed about Millar and Damon colliding and about Manny's bruised quad, but no major damage was done. (If Manny is still experiencing any soreness I would be more than happy to massage it for him. ::cough::happyending::coughcough::)
I'll write more later after we watch the tape of tonight's game.
Oh, I almost forgot to mention - go and read the Red Sox Roundtable at Red Sox Haven. A bunch of Sox bloggers answer Sox questions (including myself, except he has me as Stacey Martin instead of Sarah Martin - which is really funny if you know me personally. Stacey is the most cloyingly feminine name ever, and I resemble a slightly gangsta'ed out 13 year old boy.)

Monday, April 05, 2004

God I love Opening Day. My friend and I headed down to Fifth street to watch the Reds parade today - let me tell you, you never see more Reds fans in Cincinnati than on Opening Day. By June you won't even be able to find one if you put out a reward. Baseball has been on television all day, what a glorious thing. I was just working on a painting and had the A's game on, just reveling in the sound of the announcers and the crowd. (Should show you how much I miss baseball since I think the A's are a bunch of whining douchebags, and they're playing the Rangers about whom I couldn't care less.)
I'm super jealous of my husband, as he is off tomorrow and will be able to watch Schill's first start live while I'm at work cooking creamed morel mushrooms and sauteeing sole. Perhaps I can sweet talk him into taping the game but not watching it until I get home. :) Now that would be true love.
I wonder if the sight of Johnny Damon will ever cease to make me laugh. I love when his hat flies off as he's tearing across centerfield and all of the sudden hair is just flowing everywhere. Manny was also pretty entertaining with his off-tha-chain braids. Looks like he's been hanging out with Ludacris. "Watch out my outfit's ree-diculous/In the club lookin so conspicuous!"

Hmmmm. Weird game. I'm going to drop the "cheerleader" thing for a moment and say that it's not an understatement to call me "alarmed" during Pedro's half of the second inning. He appeared to just lose it completely. Very unnerving, considering all the speculation about him for the past two weeks (which I by and large have chosen to ignore.) Funny how he nailed his "buddy" Segui after the arm slot comment of a couple weeks ago. However, Pedro did settle down quite nicely, but the damage was already done. Wait --- not all the damage: Timlin helped to finished us off early...well, Timlin and the 14 batters that we left on base. Manny had a great night, with the exception of an extremely half-ass last at bat (don't be afraid to swing that bat every now and then, buddy.) He looked sharp in the outfield. And aside from the bunt down the first base line with two runners on and two outs (someone please tell me that this was not Francona's idea,) I was really pleased with Pokey's performance tonight. Bellhorn wasn't too shabby either. Overall, it just looked like the Sox were a little rusty. I don't expect to even remember this game in two weeks. Remember the first two games of last season vs. the D-Rays???

Sunday, April 04, 2004

Happy Opening Day!!! Only twenty more minutes to go before game time. Just long enough for me to scarf down some dinner and run across the street to the Lab to watch the game. The day is finally here! Bring it on!!!!

Friday, April 02, 2004

"The Rivalry." Dear Media: Please. I beg you. Go away. Stop writing about the Red Sox and Yankees. I can't stand it anymore. Seriously. Make Dan Shaughnessy EARN a living and send him to Bagdhad, tape Millar's mouth shut, whatever it takes. Just no more analyzing, no more documentaries, no more "curse specials." I'm about to hole myself up in a concrete bunker with cyanide tablets hidden under my tongue in case a copy of SI should pop through the mail slot. At this point I don't even care if the "journalist" in question is a Sox fan or even a baseball fan - I've just heard enough. Pretty soon even the sight of Pedro playing bocci ball with Zim's face isn't going to be funny anymore. So find something else to hype. Go write about Lebron James and Carmelo Anthony. Get lost. You're not welcome here anymore.