It’s Like a Petewave
Ten in a row. Another gem from Lester. Offense bursting at the seams like the buttons on Dom DeLuise’s vest. But the real highlight of …
Ten in a row. Another gem from Lester. Offense bursting at the seams like the buttons on Dom DeLuise’s vest. But the real highlight of …
1865 Abraham Lincoln: Happy anniversary, baby. Here ya go. Mary Todd Lincoln: Tickets? To the Theatre? Abraham Lincoln: It’s a little something called “My American …
Good news: Although your schedule indicates today as an off day, there will, in fact, be baseball at Fenway! Bad news: If, like me, you’re …
First off, a bit of armchair management: If I were Tito, I would have made it a point to get the Hebrew Hammer into yesterday’s …
Unless Peter Gammons can make a call to The Powers That Be about this weather situation in Boston (and you know that with his connections, …
Another win. Another trouncing. Another National League team sent scrambling to the gates of Fenway, clutching what’s left of their pride and their teeth, imprint …
What’s with all the pancakes? You don’t like pancakes? No. Coco love. But… jesus. There’s like 1,000 of them. Nothing’s too good for my boys. …
Dudes. Seriously. WTF? I turn my back for one second to mess around with the weather crystals, trying to arrange a little light rain for …
A solid win. A nice outing from Colonel Beckett. A home run from Papi. Three hits from A-Gon, whose bat is suddenly filthy with summetime …
First: Nice job, Les. Now, today’s game. I remember the days when we were Atlanta’s beeyotch, laying down and taking it like a champ whenever …
My dad passed away Tuesday morning. And I couldn’t be happier. Understand: I mean no disrespect. I loved my dad like you read about. But …
On a night the Sox get rained out… it’s almost like being stood up, isn’t it? You get all gussied up in your cap and …
Man, I hate watching games in hospitals. All those machines beeping and intercoms blaring and sallow people shuffling about; it’s not just unsettling, it’s too …
Let’s just lay it all on the table: last night’s game was an embarassment. An abomination. A night of profound ugliness, rivaled perhaps only by …
For all my fears of Papi wrenching a hammy during interleague play, I must say that jaw hit floor in my house when Youk was …
First, a confession: I didn’t watch a second of yesterday’s game. I was drinking, gambling, getting all mussed up with women of questionable reputation, making …
Now THAT’S how you end a game. Frustration everywhere. Schilling set to be the hard-luck loser after a splendid outing. Papi launching a drive that …
Okay, I’ve seen enough of Toronto, thanks. Sure, I’ll happily pocket last night’s W — a true “team” victory if there ever was one — …
In some ways, as pathetic as it might sound, I’d rather have lost last night’s game by that 6-3 score that held through 7 innings. …
It’s become increasingly clear that the only time Rudy Seanez should be allowed onto the playing field at Fenway is if there’s a fire in …
Just when I was falling in love with the idea of having Boomer back… I have to let him go. Again. Sadness rules my world. …
Dear Mr. Ortiz: Splendid work last night. It was nice to see you bust out of Wednesday’s 0-for-5 coma which, let’s face it, helped sink …
First things first: Manny Ramirez. What the f–k? I mean, a couple nights ago the guy catches thirteen levels of heck from Yankee Nation for …
Running late and running a fever, so it’s a quick one today. But really, what is there to say after last night’s loss to the …
Folks, my mind is an eternal Yankees elimination party. It rages 24/7, there’s free drinks and steak for everyone, and after midnight we give Ron …
The only good things I can say about yesterday’s loss to the Phillies are as follows: 1) It closes out this mercifully brief interleague fling. …
We’ll take a win, because winning is nice and we like it. Especially when it’s fueled exclusively by home runs by Papi, Tek and Scenic …
Coupla things: First, anyone who reads this blog regularly knows I loves me some Hazel Mae. She doesn’t come quite to the level of Kelly …
We knew this ridiculous stretch against the Orioles couldn’t last. Like all good things in life, it had to eventually end. My hope, however, was …
So much rain and everything damp, cold and wet, I’m starting to feel like Rick Deckard, sloshing around 2019 Los Angeles. And while it’s only …
Hey, at least the Yawkey Way Braintrust had the good sense to call this one before packing the place just to meet the daily hot …
Yeah, this picture pretty much says it all. I’m pulling an Eternal Sunshine and having any traces of last night’s rain-shortened loss purged from my …
“You called for me, Imperious Leader?” “Indeed. Nice game against the Yanks last night.” “Thank you.” “Games like that restore our faith. Early on, you …
1. Don’t shake off Varitek. 2. Don’t fall asleep at the wheel. After a pasting like Tuesday night’s, I typically anticipate the worst. “I wish …