Posted by: Kim
Wow, my talent for predicting baseball championships is ... not, eh?
Oh well. Philly whut.
Showing posts with label baseball. Show all posts
Showing posts with label baseball. Show all posts
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
Awww :(
Posted by: Kim
Well-played, Tampa Bay. Well-played Boston as well, just ... not well enough.
So ... it's the Phillies and the Rays.
I have no real feeling either way, and they've got equally as motivating backstories for an historic WS victory, so, I'll just predict:
Rays in 5. Okay, so I really think it's going to be Rays in 4, but, I'm giving the Phillies one because it's not nice to count the NL out so completely even though I sort of always do.
Well-played, Tampa Bay. Well-played Boston as well, just ... not well enough.
So ... it's the Phillies and the Rays.
I have no real feeling either way, and they've got equally as motivating backstories for an historic WS victory, so, I'll just predict:
Rays in 5. Okay, so I really think it's going to be Rays in 4, but, I'm giving the Phillies one because it's not nice to count the NL out so completely even though I sort of always do.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Part 4: My baby sis says maybe I can remain more calm if I switch between the game and 'Greek'
Posted by: Kim
9:03. Of note, I miss college. Of note, I was not in a sorority and I do not regret that.
9:08. I am starting to panic because there are not enough commercials and she will not relinquish the remote control. Also, of note: I do miss college boys. For reasons I cannot comprehend, really.
Bottom 4th. LET'S GO ALREADY! ... Or not. Looking at strikes is also fine. Groundouts, too. Sure. GAH.
9:18. 'Greek' was more interesting last week, when I thought it hooked me. But it really is no GG. Or I could just be preoccupied.
9:20. "What flavor is that? Mint chocolate bitch?" Okay, maybe I can be drawn back in.
9:23. So they're using Audrina, LC and Heidi as code names. I'm back to feeling mildly invested.
Top 5th. ENOUGH WITH THE RAYS RUNS. My suggestion: Stop letting them on base.
Jess says: "Don't worry, there's always next year." Jess only likes hockey. Jess was adopted and passed off as a blood sibling and I'm telling her tonight. Actually, scratch that, she'd probably be psyched.
9:35. Commercials AT THE SAME TIME. SURE. SURE. NOT COOL.
Top 6th. This must mean a certain team had no offensive success last inning. Hm. Delcarmen in. 1-2-3, let's go. Gah. One down. And Jess changes the channel.
9:46. Bored of 'Greek.'
STILL TOP 6TH THEY HAVE ANOTHER RUN WTF. Best of 7, best of 7, best of 7. Gahhhh. Bases loaded, 1 out. Not fun not fun not fun not fun.
9:50. Cast of 'Greek' does a commercial: "Not voting is like telling yourself to shut up!" AWESOME.
Also I don't even want to know what is happening at Fenway at the moment.
Top 6th. It's never ending. Walked in a run. Sox bullpen is dead. OMFG. 8-1 bases still loaded. Boo. Vodka time! Javi Lopez ... whoo ... let's ... do it ...
"Death by a thousand cuts for the Red Sox." Wow. Really? Yeah, probably. Oh hey, 9-1. That was last night's score. Ehhhhhhhh.
And, 10-1. Let's start imagining the headlines. I mean, they've all been done at this point. Let's see ... Relentless Rays. Boston Massacre. Rays Rip Sox. Fenway Unfaithful. Ummm ... something utilizing 'stings'. Stunned Silent.
Oh hey, they've gone through their entire line up. OMG THERE WAS NO PLAY ON THAT? FOR FUCKING REAL?! REALLY? Okay, as if I could do it. I couldn't. I will shut up. I still believe. 11-1.
OH THANK THE EFFING LORD THAT'S OVER.
10:06. Greek: "Great politicians are supposed to inspire people. Not just be better than the alternative." Excellent. Recalls '04. Fortunately, we have inspiration this time around. Yes? Yes.
Top 7th (Ummmm what happened to the Bottom 6th?! Great, guys.). HA! Stephen King is reading a book. That's pretty funny. At least he didn't leave. Several of the Faithful appear to be channeling Yankees fans tonight and are wandering out onto Yawkey Way. Gross. Bandwagoners. Baseball teams don't always win. Get used to it. STAY AND CHEER.
1-2-3, yes! Thank you. Needed that.
Bottom 7th. YES PAPI! GAH, SO CLOSE! GO GO! Hahahaha, way to run it out, big guy. Tripppppple.
1981: Cubs led 8-0, Bottom 7th the A's put up 10 runs to win it 10-8. Interesssting. Thank you, sportscasters.
RBI Youk. Nice. Alright. 11-2. Here they come. Hee.
Bay! Bats are waking up.
Pfffft B.J. Upton, you are a showoff. Okay, though, nice arm, if ... unnecessary, there.
Come ON. Don't leave him on 1st. YES! 2 on, I'll take it. Sonnanstine, you are fading. Sox will take walks. COME ON CASH, DO IT AGAIN. Gah. Dammit.
Commercial break. Anyone seen Reese Witherspoon's Vogue pictures? They're amazing. I will find tomorrow.
Top 8th. NO NO WALKING, TIMLIN. Timlin? What are you doing here?
NICE, KOTSAY! Youk too.
Oh dear. Nice effort, J.D. Sigh. Is it too forward to say Jacoby would have had that? Probably.
12-2. Ick. Oh fucking christ. That's 13. This is ridiculous now.
Thank god that's over. I feel like I've said that after 8 too many innings.
'Rampaging Rays.' There's another headline.
Bottom 8th. I always liked even numbers. This will be EPIC.
So this woman I know of who joined Red Sox Nation in, oh, October of '07 (not even '04!) with obnoxious overzealousness once interrupted my workday to inform me of Neil Diamond's inspiration for 'Sweet Caroline.' You know, she went on to explain, the song that always plays at Fenway during the 7th? Yes, yes. I know. Except it's in the 8th, DUH. Ha, sorry. That was really pointless bitching. The booing and the leaving is getting to me though. Fucking multicolored hat wearers.
YES! PEDROIA! Whoo! 13-3. I will need a caffeine IV in the morning. I have to be at work for 7:30. Grosssss. Hey! Youuuuuuuuuuk! 13-4. Let's just stay in this inning forever.
Top 9th. That was fast. About freaking time.
Bottom 9th. I always liked odd numbers. Let's go!
Hey! Jacoby! Pinch hitting amidst the slump because ... there isn't that much to lose? Whatev. Hi! Get on base! Double steal with Coco! Do it do it do it!
HA! YES! EVERYONE WALK! Who says there can be no 9-run rally in the 9th?! Come on Lowrie. Be a hero.
Or not.
J.D. Drew ... ... ... awwwww sigh.
Bring on Game 5. But first I will sleep for 12 hours tomorrow night.
(That was strenuous. Never again. Need more vodka. Possibly gin.)
9:03. Of note, I miss college. Of note, I was not in a sorority and I do not regret that.
9:08. I am starting to panic because there are not enough commercials and she will not relinquish the remote control. Also, of note: I do miss college boys. For reasons I cannot comprehend, really.
Bottom 4th. LET'S GO ALREADY! ... Or not. Looking at strikes is also fine. Groundouts, too. Sure. GAH.
9:18. 'Greek' was more interesting last week, when I thought it hooked me. But it really is no GG. Or I could just be preoccupied.
9:20. "What flavor is that? Mint chocolate bitch?" Okay, maybe I can be drawn back in.
9:23. So they're using Audrina, LC and Heidi as code names. I'm back to feeling mildly invested.
Top 5th. ENOUGH WITH THE RAYS RUNS. My suggestion: Stop letting them on base.
Jess says: "Don't worry, there's always next year." Jess only likes hockey. Jess was adopted and passed off as a blood sibling and I'm telling her tonight. Actually, scratch that, she'd probably be psyched.
9:35. Commercials AT THE SAME TIME. SURE. SURE. NOT COOL.
Top 6th. This must mean a certain team had no offensive success last inning. Hm. Delcarmen in. 1-2-3, let's go. Gah. One down. And Jess changes the channel.
9:46. Bored of 'Greek.'
STILL TOP 6TH THEY HAVE ANOTHER RUN WTF. Best of 7, best of 7, best of 7. Gahhhh. Bases loaded, 1 out. Not fun not fun not fun not fun.
9:50. Cast of 'Greek' does a commercial: "Not voting is like telling yourself to shut up!" AWESOME.
Also I don't even want to know what is happening at Fenway at the moment.
Top 6th. It's never ending. Walked in a run. Sox bullpen is dead. OMFG. 8-1 bases still loaded. Boo. Vodka time! Javi Lopez ... whoo ... let's ... do it ...
"Death by a thousand cuts for the Red Sox." Wow. Really? Yeah, probably. Oh hey, 9-1. That was last night's score. Ehhhhhhhh.
And, 10-1. Let's start imagining the headlines. I mean, they've all been done at this point. Let's see ... Relentless Rays. Boston Massacre. Rays Rip Sox. Fenway Unfaithful. Ummm ... something utilizing 'stings'. Stunned Silent.
Oh hey, they've gone through their entire line up. OMG THERE WAS NO PLAY ON THAT? FOR FUCKING REAL?! REALLY? Okay, as if I could do it. I couldn't. I will shut up. I still believe. 11-1.
OH THANK THE EFFING LORD THAT'S OVER.
10:06. Greek: "Great politicians are supposed to inspire people. Not just be better than the alternative." Excellent. Recalls '04. Fortunately, we have inspiration this time around. Yes? Yes.
Top 7th (Ummmm what happened to the Bottom 6th?! Great, guys.). HA! Stephen King is reading a book. That's pretty funny. At least he didn't leave. Several of the Faithful appear to be channeling Yankees fans tonight and are wandering out onto Yawkey Way. Gross. Bandwagoners. Baseball teams don't always win. Get used to it. STAY AND CHEER.
1-2-3, yes! Thank you. Needed that.
Bottom 7th. YES PAPI! GAH, SO CLOSE! GO GO! Hahahaha, way to run it out, big guy. Tripppppple.
1981: Cubs led 8-0, Bottom 7th the A's put up 10 runs to win it 10-8. Interesssting. Thank you, sportscasters.
RBI Youk. Nice. Alright. 11-2. Here they come. Hee.
Bay! Bats are waking up.
Pfffft B.J. Upton, you are a showoff. Okay, though, nice arm, if ... unnecessary, there.
Come ON. Don't leave him on 1st. YES! 2 on, I'll take it. Sonnanstine, you are fading. Sox will take walks. COME ON CASH, DO IT AGAIN. Gah. Dammit.
Commercial break. Anyone seen Reese Witherspoon's Vogue pictures? They're amazing. I will find tomorrow.
Top 8th. NO NO WALKING, TIMLIN. Timlin? What are you doing here?
NICE, KOTSAY! Youk too.
Oh dear. Nice effort, J.D. Sigh. Is it too forward to say Jacoby would have had that? Probably.
12-2. Ick. Oh fucking christ. That's 13. This is ridiculous now.
Thank god that's over. I feel like I've said that after 8 too many innings.
'Rampaging Rays.' There's another headline.
Bottom 8th. I always liked even numbers. This will be EPIC.
So this woman I know of who joined Red Sox Nation in, oh, October of '07 (not even '04!) with obnoxious overzealousness once interrupted my workday to inform me of Neil Diamond's inspiration for 'Sweet Caroline.' You know, she went on to explain, the song that always plays at Fenway during the 7th? Yes, yes. I know. Except it's in the 8th, DUH. Ha, sorry. That was really pointless bitching. The booing and the leaving is getting to me though. Fucking multicolored hat wearers.
YES! PEDROIA! Whoo! 13-3. I will need a caffeine IV in the morning. I have to be at work for 7:30. Grosssss. Hey! Youuuuuuuuuuk! 13-4. Let's just stay in this inning forever.
Top 9th. That was fast. About freaking time.
Bottom 9th. I always liked odd numbers. Let's go!
Hey! Jacoby! Pinch hitting amidst the slump because ... there isn't that much to lose? Whatev. Hi! Get on base! Double steal with Coco! Do it do it do it!
HA! YES! EVERYONE WALK! Who says there can be no 9-run rally in the 9th?! Come on Lowrie. Be a hero.
Or not.
J.D. Drew ... ... ... awwwww sigh.
Bring on Game 5. But first I will sleep for 12 hours tomorrow night.
(That was strenuous. Never again. Need more vodka. Possibly gin.)
Part 3
Posted by: Kim
So we're having a home run derby.
I'll accept that last one.
I probably can't do this much longer.
So we're having a home run derby.
I'll accept that last one.
I probably can't do this much longer.
Liveblogging the Sox-Rays ALCS Game 4, Part 1 of ?
Posted by: Kim
Top of the 1st:
Oh my EFFING GOD.
I will probably throw up shortly.
Top of the 1st:
Oh my EFFING GOD.
I will probably throw up shortly.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
LA keeps it classy. Not. Shocker.
Posted by: Kim
(I wanted to totally rip off Boston.com and use "Halo, goodbye" as my title because it is AWESOME, but, I used to write headlines for a living - no, seriously - and I just couldn't do it to the brilliant copy editor who coined that.)
So the Sox are going to the ALCS! Whoo! Yay! I love this team! I mean, I always love the team, but I really love this team! As fun as the '04 idiots were, that shtick was done being cute pretty quickly, and it's been a blast watching this group of professionals overcome so many injuries/shocking trades/unexpected brilliance exploding out of Tampa/etc. and storm the postseason again. AND JASON BAY! I promise I'm not talking like some bitter ex-fan-now-Manny-hater, but, seriously. What a role to walk into, and what a way to fill it, and all the while with an air of complete grace and dedication and hilarious cleanliness (is that just me? His uniform stays. So. Clean.). Omg, Sox, just, win it all for Jason Bay. And Jon Lester. I can't decide which story is better. (Okay, so it's Lester's. Tugs at the heartstrings and all that.)
Anyway, the Angels ... of Los Angeles ... of Anaheim ... the winged representatives of La-La Land and Disneyland ... whatever ... that left coast team that used to be one of my favorites ... did sort of help out by committing a lot of baseball suicide, for which, hey, thanks! And then they warmly congratulated Boston on games well played.
Or not.
Via the LA Times (story here):
"We lost to a team that's not better than us," growled pitcher John Lackey, who gave up two runs and seven hits in seven innings. "We are a better team than they are. The last two days, we shouldn't have given up anything."
"[Sunday] night they scored three runs on a pop fly that was called a hit, which was a joke," Lackey said, referring to Ellsbury's pop that fell between center fielder Torii Hunter and second baseman Howie Kendrick in Game 3.
"[Monday] night they scored on a broken-bat ground ball and a fly ball that anywhere else in America is an out, and he's fist-pumping on second base like he did something great."
Asked to describe his feelings, Lackey said, "Like I want to throw somebody through a wall."
"I'm [ticked], I'm upset, this one's going to be with me for a while," Hunter said. "It doesn't feel good, because we're a better team than they are. But they're moving on."
Dear Angels:
Yes, you dominated the Red Sox in the regular season. Yes, you are 100-game winners. Yes, you cake-walked all over your cupcake AL West division (sorry, couldn't resist, but, dude. The Mariners.). I wasn't going to be one to take any of that away from you, but, bratty much?
Of note, Mr. Lackey: When players fail to catch a pop and it therefore lands on the ground in fair outfield territory, it is a hit. Duh. I mean, you don't even need a rule book for that one. If you're talking that crazy infield fly rule, it doesn't apply here, clearly. If you thought it should be an error on your fielders, well, what error? They didn't do anything. That was the problem, but, also, sorry. Their problem. Your problem. Ellsbury's hit.
Also, re: "[Monday] night they scored on a broken-bat ground ball and a fly ball that anywhere else in America is an out, and he's fist-pumping on second base like he did something great."
Um. What? Now you are angry because of the ballpark dimensions? Because they were not built in favor of your personal preference as to how far batters drive your pitches? I don't know. Pitch better then. Know the park. Know what you have to do. Forget the 'if we were playing somewhere else' crap. You weren't. If you were so much better in the first place, shouldn't you have beaten them anywhere, then? Or maybe you should have tossed your awesomeness all over Angel Stadium or whatever the hell it's called these days and, you know, won Games 1 & 2 so you wouldn't have to be forced to lower yourself to playing in a ballpark with such unacceptable dimensions during a must-win moment or make yourself look like an ass because you're whining about how the little guy crushed the curve you delivered right up in the zone for him.
ALSO. Re: Fist-pumping. Excuse him for ... being excited? A double off the wall at a clutch moment is a pretty great way to break your slump, especially in a Division Series game. And come on now, we're all used to a certain team's prized closer shrieking absurdly and blowing kisses at god after every save like he just won the World Series. I'll give you a hint: It's not Papelbon. Clearly your emotions runneth over during this interview. Let's not fault Pedroia for a fist-pump, please.
Love,
Kim
And now I will leave everyone with some fun pictures of nice boys playing in champagne. I guarantee nothing, but I'm fairly certain had this series gone the other way, not one of them would have reacted so ... ugh.
P.S. My favorite AL West team is the A's.
P.P.S. I'm still mildly petrified of the Rays. Wtf?
(I wanted to totally rip off Boston.com and use "Halo, goodbye" as my title because it is AWESOME, but, I used to write headlines for a living - no, seriously - and I just couldn't do it to the brilliant copy editor who coined that.)
So the Sox are going to the ALCS! Whoo! Yay! I love this team! I mean, I always love the team, but I really love this team! As fun as the '04 idiots were, that shtick was done being cute pretty quickly, and it's been a blast watching this group of professionals overcome so many injuries/shocking trades/unexpected brilliance exploding out of Tampa/etc. and storm the postseason again. AND JASON BAY! I promise I'm not talking like some bitter ex-fan-now-Manny-hater, but, seriously. What a role to walk into, and what a way to fill it, and all the while with an air of complete grace and dedication and hilarious cleanliness (is that just me? His uniform stays. So. Clean.). Omg, Sox, just, win it all for Jason Bay. And Jon Lester. I can't decide which story is better. (Okay, so it's Lester's. Tugs at the heartstrings and all that.)
Anyway, the Angels ... of Los Angeles ... of Anaheim ... the winged representatives of La-La Land and Disneyland ... whatever ... that left coast team that used to be one of my favorites ... did sort of help out by committing a lot of baseball suicide, for which, hey, thanks! And then they warmly congratulated Boston on games well played.
Or not.
Via the LA Times (story here):
"We lost to a team that's not better than us," growled pitcher John Lackey, who gave up two runs and seven hits in seven innings. "We are a better team than they are. The last two days, we shouldn't have given up anything."
"[Sunday] night they scored three runs on a pop fly that was called a hit, which was a joke," Lackey said, referring to Ellsbury's pop that fell between center fielder Torii Hunter and second baseman Howie Kendrick in Game 3.
"[Monday] night they scored on a broken-bat ground ball and a fly ball that anywhere else in America is an out, and he's fist-pumping on second base like he did something great."
Asked to describe his feelings, Lackey said, "Like I want to throw somebody through a wall."
"I'm [ticked], I'm upset, this one's going to be with me for a while," Hunter said. "It doesn't feel good, because we're a better team than they are. But they're moving on."
Dear Angels:
Yes, you dominated the Red Sox in the regular season. Yes, you are 100-game winners. Yes, you cake-walked all over your cupcake AL West division (sorry, couldn't resist, but, dude. The Mariners.). I wasn't going to be one to take any of that away from you, but, bratty much?
Of note, Mr. Lackey: When players fail to catch a pop and it therefore lands on the ground in fair outfield territory, it is a hit. Duh. I mean, you don't even need a rule book for that one. If you're talking that crazy infield fly rule, it doesn't apply here, clearly. If you thought it should be an error on your fielders, well, what error? They didn't do anything. That was the problem, but, also, sorry. Their problem. Your problem. Ellsbury's hit.
Also, re: "[Monday] night they scored on a broken-bat ground ball and a fly ball that anywhere else in America is an out, and he's fist-pumping on second base like he did something great."
Um. What? Now you are angry because of the ballpark dimensions? Because they were not built in favor of your personal preference as to how far batters drive your pitches? I don't know. Pitch better then. Know the park. Know what you have to do. Forget the 'if we were playing somewhere else' crap. You weren't. If you were so much better in the first place, shouldn't you have beaten them anywhere, then? Or maybe you should have tossed your awesomeness all over Angel Stadium or whatever the hell it's called these days and, you know, won Games 1 & 2 so you wouldn't have to be forced to lower yourself to playing in a ballpark with such unacceptable dimensions during a must-win moment or make yourself look like an ass because you're whining about how the little guy crushed the curve you delivered right up in the zone for him.
ALSO. Re: Fist-pumping. Excuse him for ... being excited? A double off the wall at a clutch moment is a pretty great way to break your slump, especially in a Division Series game. And come on now, we're all used to a certain team's prized closer shrieking absurdly and blowing kisses at god after every save like he just won the World Series. I'll give you a hint: It's not Papelbon. Clearly your emotions runneth over during this interview. Let's not fault Pedroia for a fist-pump, please.
Love,
Kim
And now I will leave everyone with some fun pictures of nice boys playing in champagne. I guarantee nothing, but I'm fairly certain had this series gone the other way, not one of them would have reacted so ... ugh.
P.S. My favorite AL West team is the A's.
P.P.S. I'm still mildly petrified of the Rays. Wtf?
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
For The Haters: Last Week, We Had An Aspiration
Posted by: Kim and Jen
P.S. Garrett, we love you. Call us. Guest blog. XOXO!
Kimberley: I really believe most people (who say they love their jobs) are lying anyway. "oh, i looooooove underwriting insurance/programming software/defending criminals/pushing papers." shut up, liar. you do not, and you would happily collect your pay without working if that were possible. you are NOT excited about work in the morning. and you do not feel like you are making a difference.
P.S. Garrett, we love you. Call us. Guest blog. XOXO!
Kimberley: I really believe most people (who say they love their jobs) are lying anyway. "oh, i looooooove underwriting insurance/programming software/defending criminals/pushing papers." shut up, liar. you do not, and you would happily collect your pay without working if that were possible. you are NOT excited about work in the morning. and you do not feel like you are making a difference.
like, baseball players love their jobs. and travel writers.
and food critics.
that's all.
Jennifer: yeah lets be traveling food writers who sleep with baseball players.
Kimberley: OH MY GOD.
Jennifer: yes, I am smart.
Kimberley: i have never known exactly what i wanted to be when i grow up, until RIGHT NOW.
Jennifer: it would be so fun.
"today we are going to italy to eat pasta! yum.
and we're bringing the entire boston red sox with us."
Kimberley: yes, yes, yes. see our blog for documentation. and we are a STEAL at just 250K/year.
Jennifer: oh I would do it for nothing, basically.
like if they paid travel and our job is eating.
I'd take 30k.
because you wouldn't have to pay rent or for food.
Kimberley: that is like 1 DVF dress/season.
that'd work, I suppose.
but she'd prob dress us anyway.
Jennifer: haha ok, let's ask for 80.
just because.
Kimberley: yes!
i can't wait to grow up
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Closing The Door To House That Ruth Built
Posted by: Kim
So, I'm watching the Yankees game. Because it's the last game ever in THE Yankee Stadium (I'll refrain from pointing out all the way, meaning, out of parentheses, the last time it was torn down, in 1974, but, tomato, to-mah-to, I suppose, as it's not going back up again this time, and everyone needs a facelift now and then), or because if the Yanks lose tonight the Sox clinch their playoff spot? You decide.
But it is a little weird and moving, I'll admit, from a historical perspective if not a personal one. Yogi Berra's got me all emotional. I'm flashing back to all those times I watched the Yanks play the Jays/Orioles/Twins/etc. and feared for my life as the Bleacher Creatures spilled beer in my hair while chanting about Boston sucking, as if they'd somehow be able to look beyond my non-incriminating attire and read my mind to learn the truth, and, you know, I'm vaguely nostalgic. I do love New York, after all. And I do hope Johnny Damon doesn't walk away with the final home run hit inside that stadium, not for any obnoxious Red Sox Nation Cowboy Up craptastic reason or anything, but just, because, I mean. Come on. It should be Derek Jeter. Shouldn't it? I'm too romantic.
Go Sox!
Update: Bottom 4th - 2-run HR, Molina. And Damon's swinging for the fences again. Let's go Derek. Come on. Take it. I mean it. No, really.
So, I'm watching the Yankees game. Because it's the last game ever in THE Yankee Stadium (I'll refrain from pointing out all the way, meaning, out of parentheses, the last time it was torn down, in 1974, but, tomato, to-mah-to, I suppose, as it's not going back up again this time, and everyone needs a facelift now and then), or because if the Yanks lose tonight the Sox clinch their playoff spot? You decide.
But it is a little weird and moving, I'll admit, from a historical perspective if not a personal one. Yogi Berra's got me all emotional. I'm flashing back to all those times I watched the Yanks play the Jays/Orioles/Twins/etc. and feared for my life as the Bleacher Creatures spilled beer in my hair while chanting about Boston sucking, as if they'd somehow be able to look beyond my non-incriminating attire and read my mind to learn the truth, and, you know, I'm vaguely nostalgic. I do love New York, after all. And I do hope Johnny Damon doesn't walk away with the final home run hit inside that stadium, not for any obnoxious Red Sox Nation Cowboy Up craptastic reason or anything, but just, because, I mean. Come on. It should be Derek Jeter. Shouldn't it? I'm too romantic.
Go Sox!
Update: Bottom 4th - 2-run HR, Molina. And Damon's swinging for the fences again. Let's go Derek. Come on. Take it. I mean it. No, really.
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