(Cue the Talking Heads’ “Once in a Lifetime”)

Hey, I know that song, it’s a good one.  It certainly is a familiar tune.  It must be October (there’s only one, you know!), because the Boston Red Sox just wrapped up another postseason smack-down in Los Angeles Anaheim, California.  Even though the final score was only 4-1, this loss seemed to be especially demoralizing for the Angels, who for the tenth (!) straight time lost to the Red Sox in the postseason.

As the title of this post suggests, tonight’s “contest” was a familiar rehashing of both recent and (the over 40 crowd’s gonna kill me for this) not so recent postseason history.  Jacoby Ellsbury found last season’s October stroke, going 3 for 5 (he also reached base on a fielder’s choice and on an error) with two stolen bases, one phenomenal catch in centerfield and a correspondence of at least 5 text messages between sis and myself discussing how cute and handsome he is while he’s doing all of this.  And while Ellsbury certainly was the best looking part of tonight’s game, his stat line is just the beginning of a complete portrait of dominance on a baseball diamond.

Continue reading "Same as it Ever Was"

Hey folks, today I'll be bringing you a running commentary of my thoughts and reactions to game three of the American League Division Series between the Red Sox and the Angels.  I've never done this kind of thing before, so forgive me if I show some growing pains during this whole process.  At this point we're still about twenty minutes away from the first pitch of the game, but I'm already stationed in the best seat in the house, my gigantic, comfy ugly-as-sin yellow chair and ottoman in front of the television.

 The White Sox are trying to hold off the Rays and extend their series by another game at least, and they're currently leading 5-3 in the top of the eighth inning.  Even though the White Sox are out in front right now, there is no sense of comfort in their dugout.  There is just no quit in the Rays, period. It's their most dangerous quality.

Continue reading "Division Series Live-Blog, or A Journey to the Center of a Derranged Sport's Fan's Mind"

Let me get this straight, I have to root for vintage Wakefield to try and even the series against Tampa Bay?  How did this happen?  I'm too angry to really provide any inisghtful analysis at the moment (at the risk of tearing Terry Francona to pieces), so all I can say is that the game starts in four hours, and y'all better watch. 

And for those of ou haters who are out there rooting for Tampa Bay to beat the Red Sox because you like shitting on Massachusetts (Blaine, Wilsons, Max, Benny), just remember that you're wilingly endorsing the state of Florida, who have brought you eight years of George Bush and Limp Bizkit.  I hope you're all happy.

Continue reading "How Did We Get Here?"

I know, I know, you're as sad and distraught as I am about the elimination of the Red Sox at the hands of the tampa Bay Rays.  Actually, if that is true, then you must be feeling ok, because I'm really not that torn up about it.  If this were five years ago, I'd still be in bed crying myself to sleep and cursing the universe for conspiring against me and playing such a cruel joke on a desperate fan. 

Thankfully, this isn't five years ago.  The Red Sox have killed the "curse" twice and baseball is, once again, just a game for me.  At least the Red Sox didn't roll over and die in five games, they made it a series and simply lost to the better team.  The Red Sox were banged up all around the diamond, and honestly, a little R & R will probably end up helping the team and the organization in the long run.  Sure, there's a bit of room for second-guessing (why was Beckett sent back out in the fifth inning of game two after he'd already blown multiple leads?  Earth to Tito?), but really, the Rays played harder and better and deserved to win. 

Continue reading "Silver Linings Galore"