From the monthly archives:

June 2009

Going to the Yankees is like pledging allegiance to the Nazis, the Cylons and the Sinister Six. Once you go there, I can’t let you back in the good graces, no matter how many roast beef sandwiches or Leighton Meester photos you send me. So it is with great regret that I discovered Smilin’ Eric [...]

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Tales From The Grassy Knoll

by Denton on June 30, 2009

Let me say this first: I’m a huge Papelbon fan and I’m thrilled he will be the most prolific closer the Sox have had. But… Last night’s save seemed a bit contrived. The Sox had the game firmly in the “W” column with two outs in the ninth. The O’s get their just sixth hit [...]

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Clap Your Hands Say Yeah

by Red on June 30, 2009

Snapshots of me come in three flavors: goofy, deranged and retarded. The last photo taken of me in which I looked somewhat human was my fifth grade school portrait. That’s kinda why I dig me some Jonathan Papelbon. I’ve never seen a photo of the guy in which he doesn’t look like he’s either drunk, [...]

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Interleague play is like a Jason Mraz concert your girlfriend drags you to; as soon as it starts, you eagerly await its ending. And now that it’s finally over for the balance of the regular season, we can turn our attention to other matters. Like, for instance, the teams in our own bloody division. Tonight, [...]

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As if there was any doubt in my mind that Terry Francona is the Greatest Red Sox Manager Ever, this quote from today’s Globe cements it: Francona, on his pregame meal: “This morning I’m working on four pieces of bacon and a Full Throttle. I hope Penny throws strikes.” The next time I see the [...]

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As seen over the trash can at The Baseball Shop in glorious Orleans, Mass. A magical place where you can get your full baseball card nerd on while watching the Sox game in ass-kicking HD. And let me tell you this: Ain’t nothing like spending a lazy Sunday pouring through a stack of old Mo [...]

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Kickin’ It Old School

by Denton on June 28, 2009

Tim Wakefield became just the third 10-game winner in the American League yesterday, shutting out the Braves for six innings in sweltering Atlanta. It was 95 degrees at first pitch but that didn’t stop the knuckler from knuckling. And Wake did do it old school, allowing just three hits and a walk the way…you know…those [...]

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I have to admit: The giddy feeling I used to get before every Pedro Martinez start? I get that now whenever Timmy Wakefield takes the hill. Yes, I know there’s nothing more infuriating than those games in which the knuckler won’t knuckle, and ol’Timmeh’s pissed away 12 runs by the second inning. But this year, [...]

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First of all, to respond to the previous post, I can assume, Denton, that you only watched the first inning? Because the Smoltz I saw from innings two through five had a remarkably low suck factor. Of course, he’s no Commander Kick Ass. In fact, earlier this season, Commander Kick Ass himself was no Commander [...]

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Smoltz Who?

by Denton on June 26, 2009

I’m glad that’s over. The Smoltz hype around here was like having our own little Brett Favre drama. He pitched, he sucked, let’s move on. Tonight is Beckett time. Last trip to the mound he tossed a complete-game, five-hitter against the Braves. And, oh look, he’s facing the Braves again. This time it’s in steamy [...]

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