Instead of dressing up as headless Ted Williams, I decided to help us all. I am dressing up as a virgin sacrifice. Yes, that’s right. To the god of baseball.
Carlton Fisk will look favorably upon this offering.
And we can move past this horrible, horrible month.
You are welcome.
What I do, I do for all of you.
Off to be baseball god food! Have a happy Halloween! And… if you see any costumes of baseball relevance- shoot jpgs to firstname.lastname@example.org.
I don’t care. You can’t make me care.
My dad: “No one saw this coming.”
I don’t care.
“It’s a real underdog story.”
I. Do. Not. Care.
“I do feel sorry for Nolan Ryan.”
I DON’T CARE!
“I wanted a good series, and once they won last night, yeah, I wanted them to win.”
“Plus the Red Sox beat the Cardinals. That’s the field where they won their first one, remember.”
Nope. STILL DO NOT CARE.
Allan Craig, you should be Jacoby Ellsbury.
Nolan Ryan, you can be my pen pal. If you want.
I’m just excited that I have been watching sports for like, an hour, and NO ONE HAS MENTIONED THE RED SOX.
I wish they weren’t wearing red. It… Just a glance and it’s almost like…
I’m okay. I’m okay.
I am going to go drink champagne in my childhood room and cry.
“Oh, but to be a Texas Ranger’s fan and to be ONE STRIKE AWAY from it, two times,” Dad said.
Can we go back to Nolan Ryan crying now? I don’t want to be alone.
With YOUR daily injection of all things icky, I’m Too Soxy. I’m here live in cubicle hell reading a Google alert about how favorite pitcher-turned-JudasJuicer Roger Clemens wants MORE money from America.
Just when you thought it was safe to stop rolling your eyes… Just when you thought that, regardless of how screwed up the mistrial was… at least it would mean you wouldn’t have to hear about this shit. This irritating, irritating shit. Just when you thought it was safe to check your Google alerts-
HE IS BACK.
And he’s expensive.
Clemens asked that Judge Reggie Walton order the government to pay for his legal fees and expenses incurred between June 25 and July 14, arguing the prosecutors wasted time and money to resolve the allegations.
That’s right, ladies and gents. Not only do we have to pay with eyeblood after we’re forced to watch this shit, we have to pay with tax dollars too.
“Only Mr. Clemens directly paid out of his personal funds to prepare for trial, resources now wasted through no fault of his own,” Clemens’ lawyers argued in a brief motion.
Do you think he paid for the juice out of his personal funds too?
AMERICA, ladies and gents. AMERICA.
Why should he get the $$$$$? Because of Biggie Smalls.
Again: America. Land of the brave.
“I would never try to do anything to hurt the organization. This organization, I hope I don’t have to go anywhere else. Playing for the Red Sox you have to be proud of it and I’m proud to play for the Red Sox. My agent was there and he let them know how I feel. We’ll see.”
“If the Red Sox sign me right now they won’t regret (it),” Ortiz added. “I’ve got so many ways to keep doing what I’ve been doing around here. I bring so much to this organization, I bring so much to the table here because I care so much about this organization.”
So, Ortiz said some hate. Was it last week? The week before? As usual, it was FRONT PAGE NEWS. Because, even though attention COULD be focused on relevant teams. You know. Like the Cards. And the Rangers. That’s not the way the world works. Apparently, people hate us more than they respect the World Series.
As a true Papiest, I refused to read said hate (miraculously, thanks to a clever e-mail filter), so it’s a lot easier for me to let bygones be bygones.
I mean, that’s enthusiasm, people. You know who DOESN’T have enthusiasm? Curt Schilling. Ever. When he talks smack about the team that made him… Curt Schilling. Who doesn’t even play anymore and (as much as it breaks my heart to say this) is as irrelevant as the defunct cubicle walls piled up in the storage room of my office.
It was a frustrating year for Papi. He played okay plus. The team sucked up blackholes worth of shit. And yeah, so he let a few things slip to the media, like that bit about wishing Aceves was in the rotation (that bit that we were ALLLLLLL thinking and blogging about). And stormed a presser. Oh, and almost killed Kevin Gregg (but really, who wouldn’t, given the opportunity?). But not resigning? That would break my heart.
A heart already pulverized by a Soxtember and Soxsplosion.
But then there’s Jonny Paps. Aka Jonathan Papelbon. CAN we sign both of them? SHOULD we sign both of them? What would we do without Papelbon? Seriously? Since I can count at least a billion occasions where he was the only one who remembered he was a pitcher?
You know, chicken grease probably makes the ball slippery. But that’s neither here nor there.
Papelbon, who does sometimes forget he’s a pitcher and not a jigger, is historically fun to watch. You know. When he’s not loading the bases and watching the score creep up as he loses the last game to the Yankees when you’ve made a bet with that karaoke dj you’re dating that involves a humiliating amount of barbecue sauce and- (NEVER FORGET) I’m okay.
Papi is the face of the Sox.
Papelbon? Perhaps its savior?
And then there’s Jason Varitek, who I am lobbying to replace Curt Young.
So many decisions.
I wish I was the one making them. Thoughts? Time to get serious, people. This Ben guy, he needs us.
And if we don’t claim Papi soon, he could get kidnapped by the Canadians.
Oh. And, dear Red Sox, NO. Thanks. Love, Lauren.
Joe Maddon gives me the creeps.
Now they’re talking about how our BRAND has taken a hit.
Seriously, guys, when will the media Soxsplosion cease? I really feel sorry for Cards and Rangers fans. I’d be pissed (and was) if other teams overshadowed my World Series. Remember how it felt when the A-Rod announcement came out mid-WS? The difference? This isn’t us. It’s YOU, espn.
PS- Youkilis watch! K-Youk himself was spotted at Whalburgers. Do you think they have veggie Whalburgers? And do you think Paul Whalberg could introduce me?
Ben Cherington today on Kevin Youkilis:
See that, Soxies? You were ALL WRONG. Youkie will be with us. FOREVER. Ben Cherington SAID so. <-This translation of the above quote was brought to you by caffeine and a bad, bad day.
Day two of a bright, shiny Lackeyless year. Inspired by the folks at CBS, I started thinking about great Lackey moments of 2011, Too Soxy style.
April. That time you made me bawl, John Lackey. BAWL. It was Texas. And I was crying. And you were there. And you SUCKED.
Remember Allllll those times when we BEGGED you not to suck.
That time you were “less than pleased.”
That time you took responsibility for something! I marked it on my calendar with an exclamation point.
That time you strained your shoulder!
That time you lost to the White Sox…
Oh! And that time you came back and the Bruins lost. Coincidence?
Remember when we threw you at Canada?
It hasn’t all been bad. Remember when I tried to compliment you?
Remember when Francona said you “lost (your) feel?”
Oh! Oh! Oh! When ALLLL the blogs compared you to a sloth. ALLLL the blogs.
Oh! And that time I wanted you deported after the Padres loss.
Remember that time you gave up 8 hits and made me not want to live in Boston?
We did lose a couple games that weren’t ENTIRELY your fault.
The game that posed the question: “Why, John Lackey? WHY?”
That time I added you to the DL- the DENIAL LIST for being ridiculous.
That time Joe Maddon went crazy after losing to you, John Lackey.
And who can forget that game that you played where MIKE LOWELL came back. I mean, I can’t remember if we won. You were pitching. But MIKE LOWELL was there.
Oh! When Lackey actually won but I made fun of him anyway and compared him to Jaws from James Bond!
And who can forget that time you let five runs swing by- oh- and when you broke Bard. Ah… memories…
And the emo post you inspired right before basketball guy came back from the dead. Maybe I should… thank you for that one?
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! And that time you helped us strand 16. Remember that, Lackey?
Oh! Your start Sept. 9. Remember that, John Lackey? No? Click here.
And that time Sept. 19 when John Lackey broke our hearts. AGAIN.
Oh! Oh! Oh! That time where Lackey sucked and we won (and he just “didn’t know how to explain it,” man…).
That game Lackey pitched Sept 25 where we won, but not really, because Jacoby Ellsbury is the only one who played.
And, of course, the BEST day: That time our new favorite problem-solver Ben Cherington announced a Lackeyless 2012.
It’s kind of heartwrenching going back to the beginning. Where it all began. From Dice-K heartbreak to Reyes fails to Bad-bad Bobby Jenks. What a long, strange trip it’s been. And Lackey… you were a big part of that downward spiral.
How does hospital chicken taste? <- Is that mean? Is that too mean?
Sorry. I just read blogs from April.
What’s your fondest, most teeth-gritting moment of the Lackey spiral?
Ben Cherington (clever nickname pending), our new GM (who WANTS the job. suck it, Theo), made an important announcement today. Now. Before I give you details, I’m going to need you to take a deep breath. A deeper breath. That’s it. What I’m going to tell you MAY evoke an audible reaction. But, for the sake of team spirit, unity, political correctness and decorum, you MUST keep it to yourself, k?
John LACKEY. Is getting Tommy John surgery. And… wait for it… another deep breath…
“I believe he’s going to be a much better pitcher than what he showed in 2011, and we look forward to having him as part of the staff, likely in 2013.”~Cherington
Screw it. It’s the internet. No one can see you. Let it out. LET IT OUT NOW.
Okay. Let it out again.
Now that we’ve all had a good, cathartic cry-laugh- this isn’t good news. We paid John Lackey a katrillion dollars. A KATRILLION dollars. And by we, I mean Theo Epstein, who doesn’t have to deal with the fallout, because he’s skipping through the poppy fields with the cubbies. (Isn’t it easier to think of EVERYTHING like it’s happening in Wizard of Oz?) Fallout from a guy we hired. With a crappy elbow. Whose MRIs suggest…. he HAD a crappy elbow. WHEN WE HIRED HIM, THEO. I took the liberty of bolding that in red for you.
“I’ve had indications that there are some questions about just how healthy [Lackey is],” Gammons said back in June. “We know he was disabled with the elbow problem.” Gammons said Lackey may need Tommy John by August, despite his elbow not being significantly different in MRIs compared to when he signed with the Red Sox prior to the 2010 season. (Lackey, when asked about Gammons’ quotes, told ESPN Boston that “He straight made that up.” Apparently not.)
“He’s really excited about the future. He’s anxious about the surgery and the rehab…” ~Cherington
Excited about the year off from media ridicule and responsibility? You betcha. Bet they’ll let you eat allllll the chicken you want…
Can you PLAY video games when you’ve just had Tommy John surgery?
Oh. Right. Decorum. Tact.
Now. Problem solving. So. We’ve lost a kabillion dollars on Napoleon Dynamite with a ‘tude.
What to do, what to do…
Now, bear with me, K? (BEAR with me? Get it? You will)
I have a solution.
John Lackey out…
Why the hell not? At this point, seriously… why the hell not?
Would this mean we’d have to stop comparing C.C. Sabathia to the Jungle Book bear? Because a lot has already changed over the past month. And I don’t think I’m ready to do that. Not yet.
PS- Remember. We are saddened by the news and will be thinking of John Lackey during this difficult time. We wish him a speedy recovery. <- our OFFICIAL statement. Got it? You’re going to need to practice that if you’re going to say that by the water cooler tomorrow with a straight face.
PSS- Who LOVES Ben Cherington? This girl. ONE DAY and you have already solved Lackey. ONE DAY.
You get a roll of stickers. A ROLL.