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Live Blog: Sox vs Rangers. Oh. And more ranting about Bobby V. And HATE MAIL!

It’s 7:10 p.m. and I’m off work, damnit. And I’m going to watch this game, damnit. With or without you. AND- if you’re lucky and this game is boring, I’ll even respond to hate mail about my post yesterday.

Hate mail from people who clearly don’t read my blog.

Otherwise they’d know how much I LOVE hate mail.

And how much LESS sorry it makes me.

Oh. A base hit. Oh. A guy at first. A guy at third. Oh.

You know. I said all along Bobby V’s not a longterm manager. I have this theory that he’s a place holder until Farrell’s contract in Toronto is up.

Lesterrrrrrr… double play… Kills the half. Sweetness.

We are two minutes late and Jerry Remy is killing time with the Don.

They’re talking about Bobby V and how it’s “blown over.”

“Everybody seems to be on the same track with this thing,” Jerry says.

I’m not, Jerry. I AM NOT.

“It’s a learning process between both sides right now,” Jerry says.

I have lots to teach.

Again on how this is SOOOOOO not about Youkie. I would be this irate if Bobby V talked smack about anyone- even… JOHN LACKEY. Talk smack, seriously. I take that back. Talk the smack all you want. In the clubhouse. In a sternly worded letter to Youkilis. To Cherington. Hell, trade him. Fire him. Make him run laps. Take his beard away. I don’t care. But DO NOT TALK SMACK TO THE MEDIA.

All I ask.

7:12. Jon Lester is out. So I have to try to swallow the grumbles. FOR NOW.

Strike two. I love you, Jon Lester, and your keen ability to turn my frown upside down. Seriously. It was a Cody Ross scowl and now it’s an Ortiz high five grin.

7:14. And…

Oh. I’m frowning again. As he singles. You know.

My boss today tapped my Red Sox season schedule (the small office one, not the massive one at my house) and smirked and said, “Have they won a game yet?”


Why yes, surely they have.

Because we are winners. As we shall show you nine innings from now. Jon Lester last faced the Rangers on Opening Day last year- that game we lost ridiculously. Thanks for the reminder, Don.

Strike out. K-count? ONE.


I want to be one of the K people. If I make it to Fenway, can we make sure that happens? Thanks.

I do not want to judge, but the crowd does not look focused today. I’d be focused. I would be.

7:24. Bottom of the first and Aviles is on first, guys!

Dustin Pedroia………. air to center field… AND HOME RUN.

That’s a two run home run.

That’s a two nothing lead.

THAT is my Dustin Pedroia.

AND a hit from Adrian Gonzalez? WHO ACTUALLY RUNS?

What world is this? Oh. Our world. OUR world, damnit. 7:27.

And THE David Ortiz steps up…

Caught. But it’s okay, see, because KEVIN YOUKILIS is up. Did I hear a boo? Did you DARE boo MY husband?

Righhht… a “groin” problem. Right. I would have kept him out of the lineup yesterday too.

It’s okay, baby. It’s just you and me. And… um… right. Everyone… um… else.

Oh. I’m getting angry again. Oh.

Strike three. Am I being redundant when I say I blame Bobby V?

Who’s with me?


It’s okay, see, because Ryan Sweeney is here. Off the wall! Boo. Yah.

My boyfriend is on second. He did that for my husband. Weeeeird.

But great.

It is 7:32. Cody Ross. The guy I want to like. And kind of do. But kind of don’t, just because of his frowny faces…

Hi, Cody. I get why you frowned yesterday, those silly crayon calls and all…

But today is a new day. And we have two people on base. Smile it off, Cody.

Pedroia looks perplexed in the dugout.

Or awkward. or something.

Probably because Bobby V asked him to pass the chewing gum or something.

Ross retired at first.

2-0 RED SOX.

You are in the Ohio Valley?! There IS an Ohio Valley? Is there an Ohio mountain? I’ve been to Ohio. This one time. It was cold. And a piece of my hair broke off like in “Cool Runnings.” And I cried about it. And my tears froze to my face. (mostly) true story.

Hi, Mr. Buck.

Another K. That means strike out. I would be such a great K gal. Just saying.

I have been to West Virginia. It is cold there too.

I think my most favoritist K-Youk collector, Paul, is going to join us as well.

Bees’ knees.

You know what’s NOT the Bees’ Knees? A double.

Who “takes” strike two. Takes? Sometimes baseball phrasing confuzzles me, Don.

Remember that time last year when they had Mike Lowell in the booth? I’d like to see that again. I’d like to-

FRICKDOUBLEFRICK. Napoli homers. And now it’s an even slate at 2-2. Which, if you think about it, completely negates all the funtastic hitting our most favorite Dustin Pedroia did…

Whateverwhateverwhatever. It’s just the top of the second, people.

7:42. I think that is the best comment I have ever seen, Bruce. The BEST comment. I shall make one. That’s perfect. Like my wedding. Initially, I wanted swans, but they’re quite nasty creatures, actually. I think we’re going to get dolphins instead.

Jon Lester is on his 30th pitch. Which is fouled. Full count. You know. Because that’s how he rolls. With my heart in his fricking knuckles.

I do NOT like this. One out walk for Alba. I DO NOT LIKE THIS. Oh no. Larry Lucchino joins us in the booth. Actually, I kind of want that. I have some things I’d like to say to Larry Lucchino.

You have MET Kevin Youkilis? Buck, your next comment better contain a detailed description followed by contact information.

Hi, Paul.

7:45… the announcers seem to be having some trouble filling time today.

Is it Troy Alba or Troy Alber? I don’t care.

Still only one out in the inning that takes forever… oh. A base hit for Gentry. Oh. Third hit of the inning for Texas. Jon Lester… Jerry just called you “shaky.” Unjello yourself and FOCUS, damnit.

Oh. Larry will be here to “tell us about that special day,” more 100 Anniversary stuff.

That is NOT what I want to hear from you, Larry.

You better ask him some actual questions, Don.

You asked Mo Vaughn questions. Remember that?

Do you think Stephen King is there tonight?

I am not going to argue with a call in our favor… but that looked a little sketch…

Not a good day to misstep, ump.

They keep closing up on this guy who is constantly scratching his head. I shall call him Scratchy. Ball four.

LOADED bases. From crappy pitching.

I think I just saw a “damnit” from Bobby V.

Doesn’t seem so snarky today, does he? How’s that spray tan working for your home life, Bobby?

Oh… down the third base line… and Lester just holds the ball. For funsies? So it’s 3-2. Because Jon Lester felt like watching. Bet Bobby V told him too.

“The wise thing by holding onto the baseball,” Jerry says.

Don’t get it.

Scott Atchison is warming up. FDA is thrilled.

Hamilton hits to left. ROSS FORGETS TO CATCH. AGAIN.


Thanks, Cody.

And THAT doesn’t make you frown?

Two outs. Bah.
You know who I miss? Adrian Beltre. Well, hi, Adrian….

Crapola! Computer…. Mozilla… Crashes… Have to relaunch MLB… Have no idea what is happening! Crap, crap, crap! Chaos, I say!

It is back. 8pm. Something about dustin? What did Dustin do? Why are our bases loaded? Dear god, why are our bases loaded?!

It is 8:02. And, if the Rangers weren’t clipping fouls, we would walk our way off another cliff.

Lester is broken!

I bet it was Bobby V.

Just saying.

8:03. Inning ends. But, you know. After 43 pitches and four Texas runs. Maybe the spray tan is contaminating the bull pen. You know, making Lester’s eyes water? It could happen. It could happen, right? Does spray tan cause leprosy? Has anyone studied that?

“Let’s take a look back at last inning,” Remy says. Of course. Let’s. I mean, it was four seconds ago. But sure. Let’s do it.

Hey, do you have any chickengate footage while you’re at it?



Salty. Salty will fix this. He’ll… SPICE it up. (I am hilarious)

Best Salty pun wins a smile!

Bobby Valentine is going over to talk to Lester. Oh. Yeah. That’ll fix it.

It was odd that it took Lester awhile to get to the mound earlier, I agree, Don.

Jason Repko is coming up…

Strike one. It’s the third one that counts, Jason. For a second, you looked like Mike Lowell. I miss Mike Lowell. Do you know mike Lowell, Repko? You should look him up.

I feel like he is watching over us today. I really do.

Strike three. And Repko is super out.

Looked like an outside ball to me….

Hi, Mike Aviles. Continue to defy my low, low expectations for you, please.

Aviles’ bat went somewhere. That’s… um… not the goal…

And that’s over. Texas at bat after an annoying commercial with animated birds.

It is 8:13. And they are talking to some meteorologist INSTEAD of watching the game.

Todd Gutner? I do not know who you are. And I do not care. And I do not like your tie. Wear Red Sox colors when you are going to be wasting my FENWAY time, buddy.

And we have enough spray tanner in the clubhouse, Todd Gutner.

Well, I’m glad the booth missed that spectacular dodge. That not-catch looked intentional. Man on first. Blah.

Todd Gutner is feeling reeealllyyyyy cool right now.


Don is asking him if he’s a storm guy or an in-studio guy.

Um. Don, he wears makeup and spray tanner. Let’s hazard a guess.

Can we watch the game now?

Yes, Buck, EVERYONE loves Mike Lowell.

Look. Ball four. Another on first.

How’d that convo with Lester work out, Bobby V????

See, some people think the Bobby V poomouth is a tactic. Is this a tactic too, Bobby V?

I know! Let’s load up the bases and THEN think about Atchison.

Zero outs. Mm-hmmm.

It’s okay, Jon. It’s not your fault. You’re clearly broken.

It’s Bobby V’s fault for not forcibly lassoing your shaky ass onto the bench. A move he probably learned from Curt Young. I bet Curt Young and Bobby V are friends.

I bet they throw pennies in fountains together, braid hair and go for double pedicures.

“Getting very close to having to make a decision here…”

CLOSE, Remy?

Ball four. Bases loaded.

Oh good. Yes. Here you go, Scott. Bases loaded. No outs. But hey, at least you get a pep talk from Bobby V…

Best Bobby V pun wins… um… something!

Seriously, take Youk-gate out of the convo- how annoyed are we with Bobby V right now?

And why do you think Lester was late on the mound? Bet it has something to do with why he’s early off of it…

WHAT?! MIKE LOWELL? WHERE?! Don’t toy with me, Bruce…

8:23. In case we forgot, Don’s reviewing the damage. Instead of stalling with a monologue about our faults, I’d like to see CARTOONS, Don Orsillo. Can you make that happen? Who should I talk to?

Hi, Scott. Want me to make you a Blame Bobby t-shirt? Oh, Youkie… way to force an out. I love you SO.

5-2 lead. Rangers.

“he’s lucky he didn’t get spiked at third…”

Says Remy.

Yikes. Youkie made a Jacoby face and I was worried for a millisecond. I blame Bobby V.

Scott Atchison reminds me of Dennis Quaid. I have said that before.

We WILL do better, Buck. Farrell. You wait and see.

I DID like Bobby V. I think that’s why this hurts so much…


I’m not angry. I’m just disappointed. AND ANGRY.

Another full count. Ball four as Scotty catches the Lester disease and throws one in the dirt. Bobby V looks uncomfortable. Maybe it’s pre-leprosy. check his fingers!

This guy’s name is Elvis Andrus. And he will strike out. You’ll see.

Bases are loaded.

LOADED. Just the way Lester likes ’em. Only it’s Atchison up there treading water.

“Pretty good test here for the Red Sox…”

What about the Tampa “test?”

Thanks Remy. He’s got our backs, see.

And it’s in the air… deep… Sweeney makes the catch because he loves us, but it’s still now 6-2.

Matt Albers is warming in the pen. Because, why not?

Base hit. Another score. 7-2. Yep.

Think I can blog and make food at the same time? Bet I can during THIS game…

I mean, if I could stop getting e-mails. Smartphones kind of mean you are allllwwaaaayyyysss working.

I like adding extra letters to things. Kind of like how our pitchers like adding balls to things.

Ryan Sweeney makes another catch. I’d like to point out that MY husband and boyfriend made ALL the outs in that inning.

Hi, Jup!

I think the pitching coach is a figurehead. He’s like the Queen of England to Bobby V’s Tony Blair.

I see it.

8:34. Dustin Pedroia will save us all. He’s like that midget in that movie where the dwarf saved everyone. It was like, fantasy or something, and I didn’t actually see it, I just told people I saw it.

Like the first Terminator.

First out? FIRST OUT? That did NOT happen in the movie I just referenced. I don’t think.

Adrian Gonzalez is hitting. He is going to smack it out of the park so that he doesn’t have to run quickly. You’ll see. Adrian is 7 for 8 in his career against this guy, so I am expecting Greatness. GREATNESS.

Weird camera angles tonight, no?

I think the umpire just said “I’m sorry, two and one.”


Bah. Out. Two outs.

Hell, bring back Wakefield? No hell about it. I wanted Wakefield to stay all along.

Because Wakefield is like Batman. He may not have actual super powers like Superman, but he is a badass and his movies make more money.

El Tiante? That sounds like something I would like to yell.

David Ortiz should play the entire lineup. He should- Oh, Hi, Kevin Youkilis.

I love you.

I’ve always loved you.

I will always love you.

Like in THIS song.


Well. Um. At least I have something to sing during the commercial break.


And it’s totally relevant, right?

I think I have this amazing talent for finding the perfect song, really.

It is 7-2. And Larry Lucchino is here.

I mean, he’s going to do a PR vomit, but hopefully he’ll also say something about Youk-gate.

He’s wearing flannel under his suit. Is he wearing flannel under his suit? Or just plaid. It is a poor choice, regardless, Larry. we KNOW you can afford clothes.

Okay. If we’re not going to watch the game, I’d like to watch you answering some actual questions, Larry.

Like why the FRICK you people made investments in soccer and not baseball?

Oh. And why the FRICK you didn’t forcibly tweeze Farrell from Toronto.

Oh… and why the FRICK you didn’t buy us an Oswalt? Or an equivalent.

Oh. And Scutaro. EXPLAIN THAT, Lucchino.

Oh. Sure. Talk about plaques instead. I’m sure that’s what everyone wants to hear.

“The Friday thing has got tremendous national attention…”


Oh look. He’s done talking.

AND YOU CALL YOURSELVES JOURNALISTS. Do Don and Jerry call themselves journalists?

I’d like to know when the next YACHT trip is.

Your dad looks like WAKEFIELD, Buck? Interesting…

It is 8:47. I know Scotty struck someone out. But I don’t really know what happened because Larry Lucchino was talking a lot. Maybe that’s why we don’t have Roy Oswalt.

Comeonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn. Can you just make contact with the fricking ball already????

Oh. Um. Not like that. Um. Beltre catches for the first out.


THEY ARE STILL TALKING ABOUT PLAQUES? Can’t you do that on your own time? Or on Twitter or something?

I want a lemonade.

Cody Ross. Doing the Ross. That’s my new phrase for horribly sad grimace. Oh…. And he is on FIRST BASE! Oh, Ross, that’s nothing to Ross about! Turn that Ross upside down!

Salty does nothing.

Oh. And there are two outs.

Jason Repko. This will not end well for us.

Pray to Fisk for a MIRACLE.


Off the wall… Ross makes it to third and… Repko is out at base.

I bet Bobby V eats miracles. I bet he fries them up and eats them like chicken.


Yes. Wine is good, Jup. I was having glasses of wine. But then I decided drinking from the bottle meant I didn’t have to keep pouring glasses of wine. It was a decision based on efficiency, really.

Hi, Dennis Quaid.

Maybe Mike Lowell can pitch. I mean, if he applies himself.

The Yanks got Pettitte back. I’ll start a letter writing campaign. Dear Pedro…

Atchison STRIKES out… one out… yay…

I’m still writing to Pedro.

Dear Pedro Martinez,

Please come home.



Through the legs and into center. Of course. And Genry is on first.

Maybe Aviles should play target at a county fair. You know? And dodge water balloons or something. He’d be good at that.

Considering him and Cody Ross like to dodge balls so much.

It’s like the worst game of dodgeball EVER tonight.


Mike Aviles goes down face first…

and those of us still traumatized by Jacoby CHOKE ON OUR WINE.

He is okay… He is okay…

He is okay, right?

And another out. But it’s still 7-2, see, and I’m still not pleased about that.

9:02. Maybe my wine is kicking in- but I really think it’s going to be okay now. I have a really good feeling about this inning, guys…

Rock out with me (it’s more fun than listening to Don talk)

I do not like thinking about balloons floating around and killing birds in Boston, guys. But Bobby McFerrin wants me to stop worrying and be happy, so…

Mike Aviles, see, is going to-

Oh. He’s out already?

Bobby McFerrin! There is NOTHING in your song about-

Okay… every little thing… is going to be okay…

Not worrying…. about a thing…

Hi, Dustin Pedroia! I’m not worried.

About a thing… Because every little thing… is going to be-


Bobby McFerrin?!

Okay… okay… not worrying… nope…

Be happy…


Be happy…

When you’re worried call me…

What’s your number, Bobby McFerrin?

Okay, okay. Adrian Gonzalez. You’re right, Bobby McFerrin.

“When you’re worried, your face will frown and that will bring everybody down…”

Okay, Bobby.

How can you listen to this song and not bob your head back and forth? Seriously. Which beats what I was doing before. The glaring at Bobby V and swigging wine thing.

I really feel like we’re-



What a STUPID song.

“It will soon pass, whatever it is.”

Well, you got that part right, at least, Bobby McFerrin.

You tell ’em, Louis.

Oh look! More game!

7-2. And a ground ball!

Oh. He’s out. He’s out?

He is out!

Maybe there’s like, an inning delay on Bobby McFerrin magic?

“It’s just one of those nights. Everybody hast them.”

DO NOT pander to us, Jerry Remy.


Adrian… catches it?

Two outs?



Thanks, Bobby McFerrin. It’s nice to have a Bobby on our side. A Bobby that gives us hope. A Bobby that supports us and-

Oh. A home run.

Nobodddddyyyyyy knows… but Jesus…

8-2. Inning is over.


It’s okay, you guys. Eighth inning MIRACLE time… sixth inning? Really? Damn.


Really, Bruno? That’s what you look like? And one out.

Clearly, Ortiz, you need to watch more Sesame Street.

Kevin Youkilis is batting. But he’s Cupid Cursed. So…

See? Strike out. That was YOUR strike out, Bobby V.

A double! A double! By who? MY Ryan Sweeney, of course.

Oh look. The Cody Ross scowl. He should listen to Bobby McFerrin, but on his own time. We have a game to play, see.

Inning is OVER.

I mean, I do blame someone. But you know how I hate calling people out.

I like wine. And music.

Baseball is better with both. Seriously. Let’s create Baseball: The musical! We could Skype it?


9:23. Hi, Matt Albers. It is the top of 7th and not the 15th, apparently. Even though it feels like the 15th.

I am jealous of your Merlot. I am zinfandeling it tonight.

Rossssssssss… catches it. Whew. Was worried. What with it coming toward you, Ross. Thanks for remembering how to catch. THIS time.

Jup, have you ever seen “The Guild?” It is on Netflix. And it is about gaming. And I have never played video games. But I do play sports spectating, and sometimes I think it’s the same thing.

We could write a much better musical. There would be so much drama. I mean, obviously, it would star Jason Varitek. And, obviously, a side plot would be my fantastic love with Kevin Youkilis. It would be heartwarming. And we could include Lugo for comic effect!

Mike… Timlin… yes… do you think he needs a job? Because we may need a manager soon…

That is EXACTLY what I mean, Jup!

Hi, FDA! Jon Lester broke.

I like Salty. I do. I don’t care. I think he COULD save us. Maybe he needs inspiration. He’d get some if life was a musical.

Ohcrudmuffins. They caught you, Salty. And there is an out.

And Jason Repko is up. Should we just skip ahead to the out? Everyone cool with that? You know, time constraints and all…

Oh. Apparently not, because he’s still batting.

Oh… high ball… oh…

Never mind. Strikes out. For a second I thought…


Why is the booth talking about chihuahahs? I can’t even spell that, apparently. And I REFUSE to look it up.

Because it is IRRELEVANT.

Mike Aviles strikes out.


Everyone strikes out.

I mean, at least they’re bonding as a team?

MIRACLE inning. I feel it.

Come on. Turn your volume up and belt it out Mariah style. It’s our ONLY SHOT!

Jup… I think Tek wants us to do this. I think he… SAFE?

And then Kevin Youkilis will sing a song about vengeance. And rip his hair out in anger. And that’s why he’s bald…

It will be very dramatic. Like that suicide Javert song in Les Mis! Where the lights swirl! The lights will SWIRL.

What a dumb game.

I don’t even know if animated musicals can save us now…

It is the top of the 8th. Which is fine. Because all we need are seven runs, really. That’s all.

What a STUPID game.

Josh Hamilton allegedly got a home run. Um. Allegedly. And it’s allegedly 11-2.

Zero outs. Oh. Look. Another deep ball. Oh. Look. Another home run. Oh. Look.

12-2. Allegedly.

I love that. I love that so much. And John Lackey could realize the error of his ways and purposefully pull his hamstring in a moment of great self-awareness and self-sacrifice.

It would start angry. And then end in swirly lights. Like THIS.

Cole Porter was right. It is so much more fun to write musicals than watch baseball. And, um, Jup… we’re kind of AMAZING at this.

Mark Melancon could be the subject of an ensemble comedy song. See, you know, as people try to pronounce his name…

12-2… The world I have known… is lost in shadow…

Oh look. A home run.


Oh look.

I can’t stop looking…

Can’t stop… Can’t…

Yeah. So… Um… Bobby V… we are SO broken up.

This time it’s because you let Jon Lester stay in forever.

My music taste is random tonight. Um.

Jed Lowrie is an understudy’s DREAM, Jup!

You and I could be an angry girl chorus! Like those girls in Little Shop of Horrors? But ANGRY. And with better hair.

I am paying much more attention to the musical in my mind than this game… 9:57.

Youkilis can’t catch. Yep. Bobby V’s fault.


Why do we let them do this to us, Jup?

Do you think we could get Bernadette Peters to play Dustin Pedroia? She could pull off ANYTHING.

I love her.

Oh look. Another score.


Oh look.

Anything but down…

Everything is crashing to the ground… well maybe I’m not your perfect kind… maybe I’m not what you had in mind… and maybe we’re just killing tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime.

I love music.

Jup. For homework. We need to come up with some fantastic musical scenarios. It has to be us. Because we are so talented. This might be why we’re here, Jup. To share this talent with others.

I love you, Youk. For throwing it, even though it’s a foul. Because you are TRYING. Because you are IN THE GAME.

Oh. Off the wall. Oh. 16-2. Oh. No matter. I am PERFECTLY CALM. Go ahead, Rangers. Just GO AHEAD. I don’t care. You and the umpires make a very happy couple, really. This is for you too, BOBBY V.

It’s 16-2, of course. OF COURSE.

Oh. The inning is over. Oh.

Yes. Oh… and Larry Lucchino could big in an ominous spotlight in the background….

Maybe we could end with controversy… you know? Like Bobby V laughing because he thinks he has won. It would be a nice set up for a sequel…

Oh no. They are giving up. Clearly. WHY ARE THEY GIVING UP? It’s just 15 runs, you guys! That’s all!

See? Just fourteen more and…


YAY, home run for A-Gonz!!!!

Tottttally going to be fine.

Two outs? Fiiiine.

All we need is one.

Fiiiiiine. We. Are. Fiiiiine.

Oh. Look. And Bobby Valentine strikes out to end the inning. YOU HEARD ME.

Vincente. We need your serial killer eyes now.

And then we need heads to roll. SERIOUSLY. 14 home runs. ANYTHING LESS IS UNACCEPTABLE.

Vincente. He might wrestle crocodiles (he totally does that) and kill people with his eyes, but he LISTENS.



Another home run.


And a hit. Oh.



Okay. We can.

Um. Okay.

Um. 17 homeruns? We need that extra homerun.

20 homeruns?

Jup- a step ahead of you. Just makes you nauseous.

I feel…



Betrayed enough to do…


Music, I would MUCCCHHHH rather listen to you than Don and Jerry right now.

I am so angry.

I am angry.

I am angry and nothing can appease me. NOTHING.

Oh, yay! Ryan Sweeney!

It’s Ryan Sweeney, you guys! He’s on a base! And there are zero outs! And… um… only 16 runs to score! That’s all you guys! It could be worse. It could be 17. They were trying really hard to make it 17. And by they, I of course, mean US.

Desperate times call for… MORE ANIMATION.

WAIT. Celine, you are NOT in the Lion King…

You have cursed us all. Two outs.

Thanks a lot, CELINE.

I have had more wine and decided we will be fine. Because-

Wait… is that Jason Repko? WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT, BOBBY V????

Vincente and Adrian are asking themselves the same thing.


I am angry. Too angry for hate mail. Hate mail, I will deal with you tomorrow.

And Jup. You know the mission.

We have work to do.

And. Um. Things to drink.

Good night.

To everyone except for Bobby V. And Jason Repko. And Celine Dion.


Categories: Drunken Live Blogging
  1. April 17, 2012 at 7:33 pm

    good evening my fellow red sox fans!!! one of the ohio valley’s biggest red sox fans has arrived!!!!

  2. April 17, 2012 at 7:38 pm

    well lauren i am from cincinnati but i got to school in wheeling west virginia, there is no mountains in ohio, but very close tho

  3. April 17, 2012 at 7:41 pm

    “Fire Bobby V” T-shirts are available in the lobby during this live blog. All proceeds go towards the TooSoxy-Youk wedding which, contrary to this blog, hasn’t actually happened…yet. Yet.

  4. April 17, 2012 at 7:41 pm

    well so much for that lead

  5. April 17, 2012 at 7:43 pm

    Two good pitchers giving up dingers.Our stats are good vs.lewis

  6. April 17, 2012 at 7:44 pm

    that would be quite a wedding, ive met mr youkilis hes a very great guy, also a cincy guy!!!!

  7. April 17, 2012 at 7:47 pm

    Too early to get the bullpen up-hang in Lester

  8. April 17, 2012 at 7:48 pm

    well i dont have a number i met him at a baseball card show and he signed 5 baseballs for me for 15 dollars, such a great man to talk to he had that amazing goatee, and he was just very personable!!!!!

  9. April 17, 2012 at 7:50 pm

    lester needs to relax!

  10. April 17, 2012 at 7:50 pm

    Youk is a great guy.Had good Ft myers conversations with him-Down to earth.You may see him in Cincy in 2013-sad for us

  11. April 17, 2012 at 7:52 pm

    The wheels are off-get the mechanic

  12. April 17, 2012 at 7:53 pm

    jesus could be a long night at fenway

  13. April 17, 2012 at 8:01 pm

    helluva at bat for beltre, lester is just off tonight

  14. April 17, 2012 at 8:13 pm

    i love mike lowell!!!!

  15. April 17, 2012 at 8:20 pm

    Maybe I should go cut the lawn in tha dark !

  16. April 17, 2012 at 8:21 pm

    Is that Mike Lowell up there? Hi, Mike.

  17. April 17, 2012 at 8:23 pm

    never liked bobby valentine as the new sox manager, we could have done better

  18. Jup
    April 17, 2012 at 8:29 pm

    It upsets me that through Lester’s struggling, the pitching coach kept his useless butt parked in the dugout.

    I think the pitching staff is revolting against Bobby.

  19. April 17, 2012 at 8:32 pm

    albers up in the pen.The little “V” is throwing in the towel

  20. April 17, 2012 at 8:35 pm

    Good to see “El Tiante “at the yard.For you youngin’s he was our hero in the 70’s

  21. April 17, 2012 at 8:36 pm

    oh great matt albers, hell bring back wakefield!!!!!!

    • Jup
      April 17, 2012 at 8:38 pm

      You might be being sarcastic, but bringing back Wakefield would make me incredibly happy

  22. April 17, 2012 at 8:42 pm

    no i love wakefield!!!!! i want him on this roster and my dad sort of looks like him to ahha

  23. April 17, 2012 at 8:50 pm

    well my dad has gained a few pounds and the goatees were nearly a spot on match, and my dad throws a mean knuckler!!!!

  24. Jup
    April 17, 2012 at 8:53 pm

    This… this is depressing. I’m going to have a glass of wine. When I get back, everything is going to seem better. At least to me it will. I’m very generous with my wine pours after all.

    • April 17, 2012 at 8:56 pm

      enjoy the wine jup!!!!

      • Jup
        April 17, 2012 at 9:14 pm

        True story… any amount of home runs from the opposing team can magically be fixed with a good Merlot….

  25. April 17, 2012 at 9:09 pm

    you are too funny lauren

  26. Jup
    April 17, 2012 at 9:25 pm

    Baseball the musical: Damn Yankees (preferably the updated version that has the Sox winning at the end)

  27. Jup
    April 17, 2012 at 9:26 pm

    Also, I think we need Mike Timlin back in the bullpen with a crossbow to put the fear of god into the pitching staff.

  28. April 17, 2012 at 9:26 pm

    i love it!!!! a musical would be great!!!!

  29. FireDannyAinge
    April 17, 2012 at 9:29 pm

    3 0 0 0 0 3 .182 .243 .212

    = Someone elses problem next year. Bad attitude and all.

  30. Jup
    April 17, 2012 at 9:29 pm

    If by ‘comic relief’ you mean ‘player I get to bludgeon whenever the mood strikes me’ then I support casting Lugo in that role.

  31. Jup
    April 17, 2012 at 9:35 pm

    Salty would play the role of young, impressionable player being led to greatness under the tutelage of Tek. And he would get to sing a sad solo piece in Fenway at night under a full moon lamenting the fact that he’ll never beeeeeeee number thirty threeeeeeee (sorry, the wine… straight to my head)

  32. Jup
    April 17, 2012 at 9:42 pm

    Maybe during a crucial moment of an important game, our hero can look to the skies and ask for guidance and JD Drew’s face can appear in the clouds (like Mufasa) and he can announce he’s going on the DL, and THAT is when Jason realize the strength to win the game has been inside him all along. Don’t lose faith. Animated musicals can definitely make this game better.

  33. Jup
    April 17, 2012 at 9:44 pm

    I don’t think I like Mark Melancon. If he learned to pronounce his own name, maybe he wouldn’t pitch so terribly

  34. April 17, 2012 at 9:47 pm

    melancon is awful

  35. Jup
    April 17, 2012 at 9:53 pm

    Kevin Millar stars in the song “Cowboy Up” in which he lightheartedly teaches the entire team that they can, indeed, have fun. In trying to have fun, Jed Lowrie breaks himself and is immediately traded away.

  36. Jup
    April 17, 2012 at 10:03 pm

    I’m pretty much an angry girl chorus right now anyway…. it will be easy for me to get into character

  37. April 17, 2012 at 10:04 pm

    will not be a good write tonight for my blog

    • Jup
      April 17, 2012 at 10:07 pm

      You can write about our musical instead of the game. There is some literary and musical gold in here. Guaranteed to be a happier post than one about the actual game…

      • April 18, 2012 at 3:14 pm

        haha there will be a mention of that as i write here shortly

  38. Jup
    April 17, 2012 at 10:06 pm

    The opening song HAS TO BE Terry Francona waking up in his Fenway office early one morning, pouring himself a cup of Bigelow green tea, ripping up pictures of other managers and singing “My Way’s The Right Way,” a song that describes how he’s the only manager that the Sox will ever need. Bobby Valentine’s only role? He gets to be one of the pictures Tito rips up

  39. Jup
    April 17, 2012 at 10:14 pm

    Now we only need to hit 14 home runs or the equivalent thereof! Totally doable!

  40. Jup
    April 17, 2012 at 10:25 pm

    remember what I said earlier about the wine making home runs ok? I did not expect the Sox to test my theory so brutally. I think I’m going to add vodka to my wine and see if that works

  41. Jup
    April 17, 2012 at 10:33 pm

    20 home runs… starting now? Maybe? I hope? Please?

  42. Jup
    April 17, 2012 at 10:38 pm

    Well… that was depressing. I’m going to go dream about musical numbers.

  43. April 21, 2012 at 3:20 am

    The Rangers are quickly moving up on my ‘hate’ list of teams…Anyway, happy birthday to Fenway, though. I have few pics up on my blog that I took last year.

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