How happy was Joba Chamberlain to strike out Vlad Guerrero with the bases loaded last night? Pretty frickin’ happy, it would appear: I love the chest thumping action at the end. Very Conquest of the Planet of the Apes.
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How happy was Joba Chamberlain to strike out Vlad Guerrero with the bases loaded last night? Pretty frickin’ happy, it would appear: I love the chest thumping action at the end. Very Conquest of the Planet of the Apes.
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I gotta say, it was good to see li’l Petey out doing God’s work last night against the LA Dodgers. Although I’m convinced the Powers That Be want a Yankees-Dodgers series — which would no doubt make it convenient for those waiting to launch a killer robot strike on the Stadium — I was rootin’ [...]
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Brad Searles is the guy behind Bradley’s Almanac, one of the premier local music blogs. He’s also a long-time friend of SG, which is why we were particularly saddened to hear that his wife Amie was recently diagnosed with breast cancer. In response, Brad’s local musician pals are rallying behind the cause, hosting a fundraiser [...]
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So yesterday at the office, the umpteenth person comes up to me and says, “How are you doing?” And I nod and I smile because I know what they mean. They know I’m the guy who does that “blog thing” and lives and dies with the Red Sox and once threatened a conference room full [...]
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As many of you are aware, Red and I hosted a fairly succesful fundraiser for the Jimmy Fund back in August. We were both thrilled at the turnout and the amount of money we were able to raise for a great cause. And really, all we had to do was show up at a place [...]
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I was beginning to wonder what was going through the minds of the TBS folks during the ALDS. Did they think all male baseball fans were unable to “pitch a tent?” Obviously, they thought all of their viewers had IQ’s in double-digits based on the number of George Lopez ads, but questioning a guy’s junk…well [...]
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As people, we worry. We want to be secure. How can I be secure? Through amassing wealth beyond all measure? No. That’s a sickness. That’s a trap. There is no measure. Only greed. All I’m saying is that I’d do myself a disservice if I didn’t look around. Of course, of course. But hear me [...]
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While this wasn’t the first time the Red Sox were one out away from closing the deal only to turn around and kick me in the jimmy, I was surprised at how quickly this one slipped through our fingers. One minute, I’m clearing up my schedule for Monday night, telling those orphans that they’re just [...]
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Haven’t we been here before? Yes, we have. We’ve been thrust in the corner, had our backs up against the wall, watched helplessly as opposing pitchers hung Mark Bellhorn from Pesky’s Pole by his underwear. And each time it happened, we rallied. Turned it around. Made the hunter the hunted and dismissed them with one [...]
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Our offense has officially gone Amelia Earheart, lost somewhere over the Bermuda Triangle, locked in an abandoned warehouse uptown, or blazing across state lines with a pick-up truck full of college chicks. And until it comes back, we ain’t goin’ anywhere. We’ve managed an embarrassing eight hits over 18 innings with everyone up and down [...]
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