Saturday, October 02, 2010

Weird Long Day

I just saw us lose in the bottom of the tenth. At home.

Going to a 4:10 game, I should get home around 8:30. I did. But I left Fenway in the fifth inning. And still saw the last three outs at home. Wrap your brain around that one.

Will post my pics from the Mike Lowell ceremony later.

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And there's still another game tonight!

Friday, October 01, 2010

Peepeed

Rained out. 4:10/9:05 doubleheader tomorrow. Rays were two-hit, so the Yanks go a half game up.

And He Was Serious!

Gammons on the pre-game just now said with the wet mound, he hopes nothing happens to Andy Pettitte, since "he's been a real credit to this game."

Stuff Goin' On At Fenway This Weekend

Click here. Tens of thousands of people singing Happy Birthday to Pesky--nice.

The ability to knock the Yanks down to wild card is only slightly exciting. But remember, they lose the tie-breaker to Tamper, so they need to gain a game on them. In other words, losing a game on night one pretty much finishes them since they're tied right now. Let's do it. I guess. But I think it might be a lil' rainy tonight...

The Victor

Victor Martinez scored the last run of September. Longtime reader Tom Cunningham wins the contest. Nice job. You'll get some tickets for this weekend. If you can use 'em. You meaning him. Unless you're him. Then it means you.

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Base Ball

While watching Ken Burns' Baseball last night, I switched over to NESN for one second, and fittingly, the screen was black. At the end of the show, I discovered all the non-local channels were out, and I had to do that thing where you call a number to get your channels back.

Anyway, it was pretty sweet watching all the '04 stuff. I love how Pedro was so prominent in the show. (There's also a documentary about him airing on one of the sports channels, watch for that.)

You might remember I'd been waiting to see if I was in the show, because of that day Burns was shooting all around Fenway. Those shots were all over the thing--there was one wide shot of the stands that was on for a while while Doris was speaking. I'll have to slo-mo that--I might be in....

More on everything later. As usual.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Final Weekend Autograph Alley Sked

Friday: Ken Ryan
Saturday (Mike Lowell Night): Sam Horn
Sunday: Rick Miller

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

All At Once

It is designed to break your... no, eff that. Tonight 2010 ends. But tomorrow...2004 is back!

From 8-10, I watched the top of the tenth inning of Ken Burns' Baseball, with the AL scoreboard up on my laptop. As each year of the 90s went by on the TV, each inning of tonight's action passed on the computer. The Rays won, and it was up to the Yanks to lose to keep us alive.

Then the show ended.

Then the season ended.

All at once.

Think of the day after the season ended in the past. Go back a decade or two. What did you do? There should be a lot of sleeping and crying and pouting in those answers. Now think of what you'll get to do tomorrow, the day after 2010 officially ended. You'll get to watch the bottom of the tenth inning of the Baseball documentary. You'll get to relive something so incredible, you might swear is was just a movie. Except that you remember it, because it happened, a mere six years ago, and you were there. It's still in your memory, as clear and vivid as a cool October...oh right, we're keeping the poetry to a minimum this time.

For those of us who stuck with the 2010 Red Sox until 15 minutes ago (those who learned something from 2004), it is a sad night. But tomorrow our tears will be joyful. That's a very good thing.

One Thing I Never Could Stand About Earth...

All the damn aliens.

The Suit Burns Better

Sox/Sox, 8-ish. Ken Burns' Baseball, 10th Inning, PBS, TO-NITE! Check your proverb. local listings.

Monday, September 27, 2010

Alive Till Tuesday

Well we stay alive one more day. It's frosting my ass secondly that we could have really had an exciting week leading up to Friday with a win Sunday night. Or with a few other wins over the course of a frustrating season. Now it's night-by night, on the verge of death.

I Hope The Yankees Die But I Hope Joe Morgan Dies More

I'll give you a wrap-up of the end of the game in case you didn't stay up:

Red Sox go down 2-1 in the 7th on a TYR--bloop hit, front row homer.

Red Sox easily score twice in ninth because the man we own named Mariano comes in and blows yet another save to us.

Bottom 9, Papelbon comes in. I try not to mention the umps unless they're a complete joke. In this case, the home plate ump was like Ron Burgandy with the Teleprompter. Girardi may as well have said to his hitters, "Wait for your pitch, this umpire WILL NOT CALL A STRIKE." I hope when Steinbrenner's corpse makes the payment for that one, the money is coated in poison and it kills him again.

But Pap gets out of it with just the tying run crossing, so we go extras.

10th inning, as Jeter claps from the sidelines repeatedly, not just live but in slow-motion replays, Gardner tries to bunt the winning run over. Victor's throw hits him, and everybody's safe. Replay shows in vivid detail Gardner's last two steps to first base. As Joe Morgan watches each....step...clearly...go...INSIDE (that's the illegal side to you and me, kids)... the baseline...he says with a straight face that the umpire made the correct call--that Gardner has done nothing wrong. Even the producer takes a break from planning out his next Jeter-clapping shot and gives Morgan a chance to change his bullshit story. We watch again, and it's confirmed--he's 100%, clear as day, inside the line as the ball reaches him. And Morgan sticks to his guns! Even Michael Kay is sitting at home going "that takes guts, even I couldn't bring myself to say that's not interference"! And Miller said nothing! Orel Sax vaguely disagreed, but this is a case where the guy next to you is lying, you're all staring at the evidence, and you let him just go right on lying without saying shit!

Oki goes on to walk in the winning run. Which, honestly, was the best way for them to win, because it limited the celebration, though that smug piece of nonchalant repeatin' shit Cano and his disease-ridden pals tried really hard to make it appear as if the Yanks truly earned the win in any way whatsoever.

But back to our pal Joe Morgan. I'd been completely pissed at him way before the 10th. And way before Kalish's great diving catch that he passed it off by saying it's much easier to make a catch on your glove side. It was much earlier, when he was criticizing the Red Sox for...well, let me make an analogy. Ahmad Rashad played in four Super Bowls for the Minnesota Vikings. His team lost every time. His wife, who you know as Clair Huxtable, asked him "if you knew you were gonna lose, why did you keep going back?" And that was Joe Morgan tonight. He said that if the Red Sox knew they were gonna lose all these players to injury, they should have gotten other major leaguers to replace them! Hel-looooo, we kinda were under the impression these guys were coming back! Some did, before getting injured again! And who the fuck do you think we replaced them with? What is Mike Lowell? What is Bill Hall? What is Jed Lowrie? We're lucky to have these guys as back-ups. And we're sitting here in the last week of the season as one of five teams alive in a league where four go to the playoffs anyway!

Joe Morgan needs to retire right now. Not next year, not at the end of the season, tonight. Before bed. Though if this guy laid down on top of the fridge and you told him he was in the wrong place, he'd insist he was on a bed over and over and then tell you it's your fault that his bed is too cold, even though... you live... in a fucking igloo! While Jon Miller sits there with a mouthful of string cheese. And Jeter claps. And then claps again in slow motion. And then again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again. And again.

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