Oh, Carl. They don’t matter anymore, honey.
“I’m wondering what kind of reaction I’m going to get. I’ll just go through it and see what happens,’’ he said. “At this point, I really don’t know. To be honest with you, I don’t know. In spring training I thought things would be cool and it wasn’t, so I don’t know.’’
It’s okay, Carl Crawford. You don’t need them anymore. You have us.
We’re your family now.
A few morning must reads:
This little ditty on John Lackey.
And here’s an irrelevant question on hockey.
And Jup found this fantastic story on how game six “didn’t really matter.” Oh, tribe Maxim. Whatever helps you skate upright.
THIS blog post made me smile.
And the accolades keep coming. This time for Jacoby.
So. Hockey. Yay.
And the ten puns for baseball?
They’re already starting.
Anyone else see the “Hang Ten” pun on BoSox?
Oh, sports pundits. Who DOESN’T love you? Oh. Right. Teams who aren’t Boston today…
PS- Johnny Damon. I did not forget about you. You know. About that time you abandoned us for money and then tried to blame the BoSox organization? You know, after saying you’d neeeeeeeever be a Yankee? I know you’re probably taking a break from your busy day of training. You and your best friend Maxim Lapierre have probably met each other halfway and are doing something super fun like shooting squirrels like skeet or poisoning cats or drilling holes in boats or something.
But I just wanted you to know that, like all crappy reality television, I can’t wait to catch the highlights.