Thursday, May 22, 2008

A Gentleman Drunk

Games 48 through 50 - Red Sox

Red Sox 2, Royals 1
Red Sox 6, Royals 3
Red Sox 11, Royals 8
Record: 31-19

Sometimes...I get emotional...when I drink Booker's. And to see you guys putting forth this kind of effort. After I thought...you didn't care. I just...I mean...Whew. I need a minute here.

Red Sox? No, no, no. I'm talking about Whitney, TJ, and Nick. I go away for a few days (to Center City, Philadelphia, PA, USA) and these guys overcome so much to post a few hundred words of moderately entertaining blog content. I don't even have words. You'll never know how much this means to me.

The Sox, meanwhile, just dropped a ho-hum 7-0 homestand that included a no-hitter, a successful return to the bigs by Bartolo Colon, and Justin Masterson's first major league win. It is truly an embarrassment of riches right now for the Olde Towne Team. So, y'know, I got that going for me, too. As Teejay accurately notes (in 10,000 words, even a Yankee fan is bound to hit on something that's true - the whole 100 monkeys in a room for 100 years thing, and all), there's a lotta ball left, so I'll enjoy it for now and remember that the Sox have to go to the West Coast where the odds turn quickly.

Fortunately, I'm embarking on another trip on Saturday, so I can look forward to another flurry of activity around these parts. I'm all aquiver just thinking about it.

2 comments:

Nick said...

You didn't get the Varitek reference from the other day? And I auto-deferred to you as THE enlightened one here!

Varitek has caught 4 no-nos now and that, I believe, is a record.

Just putting two and two together and coming up with the notion that perhaps Mr. Varitek is one smart feller and as he nears the end of his career, might be groomed to manage a major league club.

rob said...

couple of things. just because i'm the most enlightened here doesn't mean i'm all that bright. sorta like being the tallest midget. and i know something about that.

also, we're a bit preoccupied with varitek's transition from behind the plate, since the sox have no option whatsoever upon his inevitable decline.

but i get your point - he'll be a heckuva skipper some day.