April, May and Me
Vernon is flexing his muscle at the endlessly amusing Orlando Hudson. Welcome back, Doggie.
That was an excellent counter-pounding, boys. The Twins and their big bats hurt little Dana Eveland, and the Jays turn around and violate Carl Pavano right back. E5, Vernon, Lyle, Aaron- homeruns for all!!!!
I was especially happy to see Lyle Overbay rebound after the brutal night at the office on Monday night. And Shaun Marcum is a 89 mph fastball throwing stud. Yeah, I said it. For those keeping score:
Marcum-Chucker, close to Master Chucker. Stud Chucker.
Romero-Hummer, bordering on Hum and Chucker on good days. His Chuck is a bit wild. Manage your Chuck.
Morrow-Hummer...sigh, hummer. But maybe some Chuck in his future.
Eveland- not enough of either, but I'm hoping for him.
Cecil- Hummer, glimpses of Chuck. Let's have more Chuck. The glasses help, for some reason. Add some Chuck to your changeup.
Feel free to print this off, Bruce Walton.
When the Red Sox suffer, things get damn amusing. On Monday, the Red Sox lit up Yankees starter Phil Hughes but Jonathon "why are you making a cat-ass with your mouth?" Papelbon surrendered the lead and the win. And lo, it got amusing.
I haven't visited SOSH very much this season because our boys insist of losing to them. But apparently, the Jays are the only team the Sox can beat. Let's gauge the suicide watch.
Even the thread titles are great "When is Lowell going to request his release?", "Why do our fielders keep running into each other?" and "April hates Beckett, and so does May." April, May and me.
"It's almost 1am and I am still trying to shake this one off. We get the hitting back, and the closer falls apart. Why can't we catch a break?"
Yes, sucking and yet hovering at .500 is a burden.
"I just want to thank the boys for sucking craptastically at the beginning of the season so that I don't have to waste the whole summer watching the games and trying to recover from gutpunch after gutpunch. Great run prevention guys."
Run a warm bath....
Even the thread titles are great "When is Lowell going to request his release?", "Why do our fielders keep running into each other?" and "April hates Beckett, and so does May." April, May and me.
"It's almost 1am and I am still trying to shake this one off. We get the hitting back, and the closer falls apart. Why can't we catch a break?"
Yes, sucking and yet hovering at .500 is a burden.
"I just want to thank the boys for sucking craptastically at the beginning of the season so that I don't have to waste the whole summer watching the games and trying to recover from gutpunch after gutpunch. Great run prevention guys."
Run a warm bath....
"Paps was a little cranky during his post game interview. Maybe he was on the rag and the cramps affected his location."
Get some fresh towels....
"On really good teams, a different person steps up every game to help the team win. On this year's Sox team, a different person fucks them over every game. "
Sharpen the razorblades...
Get some fresh towels....
"On really good teams, a different person steps up every game to help the team win. On this year's Sox team, a different person fucks them over every game. "
Sharpen the razorblades...
And then the thread devolved into their "girlfriends" and imaginary oral sex while she wears Jeter's jersey, and I had to get the hell away from that. Not the type of visual I need.
The never melodramatic Dan Shaughnessy, in an article titled "
Another Round of Torture in the Bronx" writes, "Underachieving. The opposite of clutch. Hard to watch. Not worthy of the love of the legions back home."
Nah, I'd say this version of the Sox are exactly what the legions deserve.