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Those damn birds. Bloody Marys and veggie sausage: Bloggin’ Live

Yeah. So I turn my computer on to see the triple. Yeah. Awesome.

Fine. Just adding more vodka.

Hi, Reddick. I’m glad you’re still here. I like you better than Sutton.

These announcers suck. 0-2, top of the second. Carl Crawford. Okay. But which Carl Crawford are you? Are you the badass batter or strike boy? Hmmm…

Oh. Apparently ground-out boy.

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Oh good. Yes. Let’s KEEEEEEP talking about Ortiz and Gregg. I’d much rather do that than PAY ATTENTION TO WHAT IS GOING ON ON THE FIELD. Seriously, announcers?

“It’s kind of ill advised what Michael did. It didn’t serve any purpose. It didn’t even hit them.”

I know, prick announcer guy. As soon as I figure out your real name, prick announcer guy, I will google you.

So, got a new mix for Bloody Marys. It is supposed to be “extra spicy.” It tastes like a tomato died in sugar and splatted in a microwave. Good thing I have my own horse radish and… wait for it… blue cheese stuffed olives!

I love you, Pedroia. I love you, I love you, I love you. That’s right, number 18. Eat it, sucka. Gregg, I hope you saw that from home. Or the showers. Or wherever they keep you in your shame. Pedroia and his anti-base-stealing-badassishness (am I supposed to call him a muddy chicken now? why?) save the day.

HOMERUN FOR SALTY! 2-1. And it was a pretty one, too.

Top of the THIRD. JD Drew is up. I would LOVE to see a homer out of JD. LOVE. LOVE. We all know I’m a Drew apologist. I’d really like a power bat to back up my loyalty.

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The “Let’s go Red Sox” guy is a lot louder than the Baltimoreans.

YESSSSSNOOOOOOOOOOOO. I really thought Drew’s ball was out of there. Caught. Crapnuggets.

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A single for Scuttttttt!

Announcers, please stop coddling the child pitcher. Bergesen is in the big leagues now. Let’s treat him like a big boy.

They are BOOING Jacoby. How can you BOO Jacoby? And he lets errrr rip. A single. Nice! Maybe if you hadn’t booed so hard Karma wouldn’t have hit you in centerfield, Os.

Oh, nice. They are replaying Pedroia’s 1:54 a.m. hit. Which is thrilling. Because at 1:54 I was in and out of a sleep coma.

Wow. Check out the bat chick. How do you get that job? I would be a greeeeaatttt bat chick. You know, because CLEARLY you don’t have to actually CATCH the ball. And I look damn hot in a ponytail.

I thought blue cheese olives would be fitting since the Orioles are so whiny. And they sure are. And only $3.59 at Ingles. I love you, Dustin Pedroia. YESSSSSSSSSS Base hit. LOVE it. Game is tied. That was one of those stand up on the couch, scare the crap out of your dog moments. Replay! Replay!

Oh. Of course. You’ll replay Ortiz-Gregg crap all day long. But we mustn’t show a kick ass hit again. Ohno. Hi, Gonz.

YESSSSSS. 3-2. 78th rbi for the GONZ.

Uhoh. I think I hear whining…

More vodka!

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Bottom of the third. 3-2. It’s like losing, but the opposite. I’m sure we’ll hear alllllll about that later from Bucky Boy. Think Gregg is watching? Of course he’s watching. Think the tears are rolling down his cheeks, or just welling in the ducts?

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YESSSS. Double play. Thanks to the Youkie-poo.

And… it’s phone shot time. I kind of have the best family in the world.

And I least I can PROVE my phone shots. Seriously, kids, without photographic evidence, how am I supposed to think you just downed it?

See how not lying I am?

Wow. That is the worst picture of me in the entire history of the internet.

Did anyone ever figure out what John Lackey did Saturday? Because I am curious.

Does anyone read this? Because I get loads of comments on live-blog posts. But they’re always when I’m not live.

Hi, Carl Crawford, “the only member of the Red Sox to NOT HIT IN THE THIRD INNING.”

Hey, the announcer said it. I didn’t.

It’s so nice not to be working.

Hi, Carl.

Oh, Maddon “let Crawford go,” announcer said, because of the Trop and its effects on Crawford’s legs. Yeah, I’m sure that’s why you didn’t get him. Had nothing to do with the moneys.

Yay! Base hit! Adequacy! You tell ‘em, Crawford.

Alright Salty. Let’s teach the O’s to spell your name!

Lester “is ready to go Monday.” Sweet.

Comeon, announcers. Let’s talk some salt. That’s Saltalamacchia.

“It may be last man standing… or, it could be Tampa Bay coming in around the corner…”

What corner, announcer? Seriously. Because the only corner they’re coming around is a coffin. Or time out. That’s less dramatic.

YESSSSSSSSS Sweet. I love it when they dive for it and smack into the turf. Two players. No catch. Thanks for making us look swell. But, got to warn you, PIE, get ready to hear some whining in the dugout. Bucky’s not going to let you get away with an error without a trip to the corner. The time out corner. Not the coffin corner. Hi, Drew.

“That tells you how he’s seeing the ball.”

Shove it, announcer.

It’s okay. Scut’s taking point.

I don’t think they’ve decided how to pronounce Bergesen’s name. I’m hearing Berg-a-son. And Burgggg<-soft g-esson. Decide, please.

YESSSSSS Crawford, comes around to score… what was that? Was it out? Was it safe? Replay it, damnit. It looks safe. It looks fricking SAFE. Is it? You suck, announcers.

Safe.

4-2.

“That’s the first one, error-wise, the Orioles have committed in seven games.”

Well, announcer, they are too busy whining to commit errors. Oh, and to win.

SAFFFEEEE. You’ve got guts, Scut.

Guts.

Loverly. Like in the song from “My Fair Lady.” The musical based on another play called Pygmalion.

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Out. Whatever.

5-2 Sox. Sorry, Gregg. You should bottle your tears. You know. To water plants. We’ve all got to do our part to save water. I wrote this article about it today. Want me to send it to you? Should I just address it c/o Time Out?

Okay. Two people have invited me to be on Google plus. What. Is. It.????

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HOMERUNREDDICK. Yay. 6-2. Are you watching this, Bucky?

Are you seeing these announcers and their ties? Seriously. Is that a Valentine’s Day tie?

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Felix Pie. Peee-aaayyyy. Sure. Okay. PIE.

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“So long as the knuckle ball is working he can pitch from now to 75,” announcer GARY says.

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Seriously? You let Pie get on first? That’s ridiculous. Did you see that? Wild pitch, he hail Marys it to first… now they’re saying it’s on Salty?

There’s a sign that says Hankook or something…? But just now, Andino is blocking part of it, and it just says Kook. Hah.

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“It’s the invisible baseball. It sort of just darts away.”

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Hardy gets a homer. 6-4.

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“The problem with a knuckler is when it doesn’t knuckle, it rolls,” ~Announcer.

Okay, Wake. Baby. Let’s focus. Okay? Focus. Tito, you watch him, k?

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I am about thirty seconds from muting these damn announcers. 6-4. Bottom of the 5th.

I want to be a baseball announcer. Seriously. I would rock at your life, announcer guy.

DAMNIT. Okay. 6-5. Homerun.

Alright. I love you, Wake. Really. I do. But it’s time for a rest, k? Tito, don’t you think it’s time for a rest?

“You can just watch Wakefield put his head down.”

SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP

But seriously, Tito. I think it’s time for  a powwow. Come on, Curt Young. I can’t do this for you guys. Believe me, I want to.

STOP SAYING ONE RUN BALLGAME, ANNOUNCER JACKASS. We get it.

6-5.

“Keep in mind, the Red Sox had that 16 inning ball game last night.”

Wake looks sad.

Okay. Now I look sad.

DREW????

This game is making me SOOOOO glad I have blue cheese olives. You don’t even know.

Yeah. Hi, Curt Young. Let’s do this. Wheeler’s warm. Let’s. Do. This.

Oh. Okay. Or we could just leave Wake in. Sure. Okay.

This is me trusting you, CURT YOUNG.

Please. That so did not almost hit you.

BASES LOADED????? Seriously????

What. The. Frick.

??????

Wake?

Tito?

Curt?

SOMEBODY? Can anybody fricking hear me??????

Kristin, why is this happening to us?

DAMNNNNNIIITTTTT! 7-6. This is YOUR FAULT, Curt Young. YOUR FAULT.

Okay. I am using this commercial break to breathe. And calm my puppy down. Who ran upstairs and is probably in the bathtub.

Damn. It.

Seriously. Why? I need an answer. With words. In paragraph form. Stat. Go.

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FDA, is this because of that time I called John Lackey a water bug larva? Are we being punished? I know I look 12. I’m told that on occasion. It makes being a reporter super fun, let me tell you.

Oh God. Maybe the whining works.

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I would rather lose to the Stankees.

Come on, Wheeler. Come ON. 7-6 O’s, bottom of the fifth. TWO outs. Runners on second and third. This would be a gooooood time for an out. Thank you. Thank you, Dan Wheeler. I am naming my tomato plant Dan Wheeler in your honor, good sir. The beefeaters. Not the heirlooms.

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So, I was really excited to find the new Morningstar “spicy” breakfast sausage on special… but it is not spicy. It is full of lies.

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“Both bothered by a lack of defense behind them.”

SHUTUPANNOUNCERSIHATEYOU.

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Anddddd… MUTE. 8:47.

“Lackey’s the big question mark.”

SHUT UP. Yeah. So I lied about the mute. I was going to. I swear. I just. Um. Didn’t.

Jacoby Ellsbury is pretty.

Don’t tell K-Youk.

I see wayyyy more Sox fans than Orioles fans. Oh. And some pinstripes. Why are you in Baltimore?

Come on, Scut. Please hit the ball. In a scoring way. Not in a pop out way.

Swinging would help.

What did I say about popping out?????

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I can’t watch this.

Yes I can.

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Hi, Dan Wheeler. Did you always have that much facial hair?

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Okay. Moved computer to bedroom. Maybe I’ll sleep through the rest.

We’re fine. One run. And we’re on base. Thanks to kickass Jacoby. And Pedroia’s up. And there are no outs. All-in-all, it’s a good place to be. You know. If you’re the Sox.

I really hate these announcers. Top of the seventh.

Three balls. One strike. And one kickass Pedroia. Crap. Crap. Oh, thank you screen. Thought we were going to have a caught foul ball and a cranky me. And he walks.

Two on. And Gonz AND Youk coming up. We’re just fine. Just fine…

Gonz. He’s one for three.

Tampa Bay is leading the Yankees! Sweet.

Even though, honestly, I kind of wanted the Stanks to win so Joe Maddon could cry in his car.

It is amazing how many teams have been pissing me off that aren’t the Yankees.

Two balls. Two strikes. Gonzzzzz.

Okay. That was no strike. That’s a super questionable out.

Whatever.

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YESSSSS. Youkie. Hits. Jacoby. Scores.

Delightful boos rise up in Baltimore. Like Showalter, like fans…

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7-7. In the 7th. ONE OUT

Oh, now they call. Friends call at 9:16 trying to get me to go to the bar. Maybe you should have called two hours ago.

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An out. And Crawford comes. Up. 13 for 86 against lefties. Got to hit them sometime, though, right?

Pedroia and Reddick on base.

Would be an excellent time for a slam.

Ohno. I have not been paying close enough attention. Michael Gonzalez is pitching? Really???? Out. Whatever. “Crawford didn’t like the call.” I didn’t either, dear.

Seriously, that call was crap. Blue shirt announcer is totally trying to hide his lame Valentine’s Day tie with his microphone.

Oh. It does. It has hearts on it. No. Just… no.

Michael Gonzalez really shouldn’t be in this game.

Just saying. Guess his appeal wasn’t worked through today.

And…. Wheeler.

Still 7-7. It is 9:21. And I really might pass out. That’s sad.

Five relievers used yesterday. FIVE. That is insane.

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“Breath Lauren and play the drinking game. Every time anyone speaks Take a drink.” FDA gives the best advice.

Don’t mind if I do.

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Being a Red Sox fan can be a lot like being a Charter customer. You can’t help it and it hurts.

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Oh, Reynolds. That almost-homerun-actual-foul just made me terrify the dog again.

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Okay. I’m not going to argue. Really. But there’s something fishy going on in ump world tonight… 9:32. Still a tie.

Ohno. Please don’t let this game have 16 innings. Please?

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8th. 8th innings are great times for rallies. You can rally a tie. You can.

Michael Gonzalez is treating the mound like a slip ‘n slide. And I am having a lot of trouble keeping my eyes open. Seriously. If I pass out, you have to finish my play-by-play, FDA.

DO SOMETHING, MCDONALD. ANYTHING. Thank you. And he walks.

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I’m glad you helped an old lady, FDA. Because I accidentally shut the door on one. It was an accident….

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Just add more vodka!

That does the opposite of wake me up.

Seriously. Michael Gonzalez should be in Gregg’s circle of pout right now. They should be weaving friendship bracelets and swapping handkerchiefs. Is Showalter crying? Do his eyes look puffy to you? Another walk would be nice. Still top of the fricking eighth. Scuttttttt.

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Yay. Hit. Yay. First and Second. Yes. Tired. But first and second. One out. We will score. Because of FDA’s old lady. And because of God. Anddd stuff. Tired. Jacoby is up. He is o for four against M-Gonz. But that was before the whiny week. Surely he has been inspired by the whining. oh, the incessant whining. So tired. Faddding. Fading fast… oh the typos I have to fix before I click “update.”

11 to 7. Yay. Youkilis.

Yeah. We won. And I fell asleep and missed it…

  1. FireDannyAinge
    July 18, 2011 at 8:34 pm

    Lauren you look no older then 12. Stop all that alcohol. WAIT A SECOND, Wakefield is imploding. Drink more. Drink more.

  2. FireDannyAinge
    July 18, 2011 at 9:24 pm

    Breath Lauren and play the drinking game. Every time anyone speaks Take a drink.

  3. FireDannyAinge
    July 18, 2011 at 9:34 pm

    It’s not your fault Lauren. Lackey has sucked since he got here. Saying the truth is NOT a reason to have something bad happen.

  4. FireDannyAinge
    July 18, 2011 at 9:36 pm

    I helped an old lady today so this will work out. I even did it for a good reason. To be nice. I had no pre-conceived notions that it would help me later on today.

  5. FireDannyAinge
    July 18, 2011 at 9:47 pm

    I did help the old lady for selfless motives I tell ya.I am not just saying that because we have two guys on base right now. COME ON JACOBY! I will not be up til 1 am tonight

  6. FireDannyAinge
    July 18, 2011 at 9:59 pm

    MirAcle’
    s do happen. A hit with the bases loaded.

  7. Jup
    July 18, 2011 at 10:01 pm

    Look! A lead! Now happy blogging can commence!

  8. FireDannyAinge
    July 18, 2011 at 10:12 pm

    There is no such thing as happy blogging as a Sox fan. Silly Jup.

    • Jup
      July 18, 2011 at 10:22 pm

      Aww, that’s not completely true. Beckett pitching usually means happy blogging!

  9. FireDannyAinge
    July 18, 2011 at 10:41 pm

    Not always. This isn’t 2007 you know.:)

    • Jup
      July 18, 2011 at 10:46 pm

      Eh, close enough, right?

      • FireDannyAinge
        July 18, 2011 at 11:17 pm

        Okay:)

        The stupid Rays blew their lead to the Yankees.

  10. July 19, 2011 at 7:52 am

    I totally fell asleep. That is not happy blogging. I am so old…

  11. July 19, 2011 at 7:55 am

    The eighth inning was EPIC! That’s what the Sox do best, I tell you! What a game! To bad, as FDA observed, that the Desperate Housewives pitcher WALKED IN THE WINNING RUN against the Evil Empire of Grumpy Old Men! Argh!!!

  12. July 19, 2011 at 8:20 am

    If you take a bunch more of these pictures and then keep them arranged in sequence we could make one great “flipcard” experience…start at picture one and flip ‘em in in order to show how the game…and the drinking went down from a time-lapse photo standpoint. When I saw the pictures in sequence that was the first thing I thought of. The SECOND thing I thought of was how the bottle label was not facing the camera. In order to advance your career maybe keep the product placement first and foremost? That vodka company will sign you up if you get that label front and center. Kristin…great “in-game” call!

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