September 2009

Rangers lose. Sox take Wild Card. Off to Anaheim we go. Am I happy about seeing the guys back into this? No, but I take the Malcolm X approach when it comes to the playoffs: You get in by any means necessary. Like most of you, I can all-too-easily recall the dark ages when the [...]

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After last night’s ass-whooping at the hands of the mighty Blue Jays, I’ve decided to abstain from posting until the Sox officially clinch the Wild Card. So today, we’re handing the reins over to guest poster Randy “Pete” Fitzgerald, nephew of the celebrated author F. Scott Fitzgerald, who has a startling revelation that I think [...]

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Look, I’m as anxious as anyone to clinch the wild card, put the big guns to bed, and roll Double-A style for the remainder of the regular season. So, please, let’s just end it. Tonight. And I know that means relying on the Angels to take out the Rangers, but so be it. I’m calling [...]

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Forget everything you saw this past weekend in the Bronx. Forget the sweep, forget Lester limping off the mound, forget the 16-7 mini-massacre: it was all part of Tito’s plan. Everything you saw, everything you think you saw, was engineered by the great puppetmaster himself, Terry Francona. Does anyone in their right mind think Jason [...]

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Eh, so the bad guys got the division today. It’s nothing a wild card clinching celebration and the first pitch of the 2009 ALDS won’t cure.

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Even though we're living in the world of wild card acceptance, it doesn't make it any easier to see our guys get positively owned, spanked and forced to listen to "Slim Whitman's Yodeling Favorites" by the New York Yankees. Yesterday, watching the likes of Baldelli and Lowrie and Woodward flail away helplessly should have made [...]

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The drunken, loutish side of me says that the Yanks, mathematically, have still not captured the AL East. Meaning we could conceivably beat them to it. It’s not impossible. The slide rules and flow charts will show you how it gets done. Also, that drunken, loutish side wants me to tell you, “nice ass.” The [...]

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And so do you. So do I. So does he. And so does she. All of us, everywhere, united in our hatred of the Yankees. So sit your ass down, grab your beverage of choice (anything alcoholic should do) and prepare for the carnage. We’ll be here if you need us. And here as well.

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I have a drinking game I like to play whenever the Sox face the Yanks. It goes like this: When the game starts, I crack a beer. When it’s finished, I crack another. I do this until the game ends and I’m either on the floor in tears with bloody knuckles or hanging my ass [...]

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