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Jacoby and the LowellBeast and how the Sox are going to be fine, fine, fiiine.

April 14, 2012 8 comments

So. THIS really just happened.

Sometimes, when I’m on a really bad Red Sox trip (and our fandom, Soxies, seems a lot like a bad drug trip. Not that I would know. You know, sometimes I wish I would know…), I wake up in those cold sweaty things, and I think, that didn’t really happen. Nope. No. It. Did. Not.

And then, Gordon Edes of ESPN smacks me with my morning news alerts.

Because THIS isn’t a Soxtrip hallucination:

The Red Sox announced it was a right shoulder injury, and that Ellsbury will be evaluated further. But a baseball source said Friday night that Ellsbury had sustained a dislocation or subluxation (partial dislocation) of his right shoulder. No timetable was offered as to how long Ellsbury will be out.

I’d look for more Google news alerts… but I don’ t want to. What if there’s one that says Jacoby’s done? I don’t think I could handle that.

I heard on the radio that they made Jacoby watch and he had to turn his head. Well, UM, YEAH.

Ellsbury collided with Adrian Beltre exactly two years ago. Broke ribs. DL. ELLSBURY, STOP COLLIDING WITH PEOPLE.

Reid Brignac says Ells was yelling and screaming.

“It would not be a stretch to guess he’s going to miss a good bit of time,” Edes says.

REID BRIGNAC. Remember how to spell that, Soxies.

I just… can’t… stop…

So, I’m transitioning from that “Oh, my god, they broke my Jacoby” reaction to the “oh, my god, they broke my offensive lineup” reaction.

They’re talking about pulling up this Lin guy. They’re talking about getting Ross, Sweeney and Lin to combine rings and conjure up a super scorer.

I imagine it would look a lot like this:

And then, rising from the glowy lights, an image would materialize. I imagine it would be like, if you smushed together Mike Lowell and Jason Varitek from eight years ago… and David Ortiz and added tattoos like Brett Lawrie’s… and then added evil looking Padilla eyes…

It would be exactly like that, except less animated.

And then, the Lowellbeast would arise and inflict fiery batted doom on all balls in the strike zone (and some that aren’t in the strike zone, because the Lowellbeast is a BADASS).

“I shall avenge thee, JACOBY,” it shall say. In a somewhat gruffy voice.

Kind of like this (you know, except with a shorter name):

And then he shall precede to score 18 runs. EIGHTTEEN.

Yeah. It’s going to be great.

We’re going to be fiiiiiiine.

Jacoby, if I were in Boston, we could do crossword puzzles. I’d even do the writing so you wouldn’t have to. And I’d play as much Go Fish as you wanted…

Oh, Jacoby… I hope you are okay.

Don’t worry about us. Just worry about your shoulder. And about not joining the Stankees.

Don’t worry about us at all. We’ll be fine.

We have Captain Planet.



Opening Day ANTHEMS! What’s YOURS?

April 13, 2012 5 comments

Good morning, Soxies. And what a morning it is! Slough off those losses in the shower because today is the REAL opening day… as we return to Fenway for the 100th- (um, technically it’s the 101, but don’t get me STARTED)- and Josh Beckett remembers how to play baseball… and Kevin Youkilis returns to us in hit-tastic fashion… And 1,000 runs each for Pedroia and Jacoby (um, long game?)… and my new boyfriend Ryan Sweeney will continue to be a delight… oh! And David Ortiz will slug them out of the park and Jason Varitek will-

Oh. Right.

But NOTHING can keep us down today. NOTHING.

Except work. Because, as you are all reveling in Beckettesque glory… I will be here. At work…

But it’s okay, see, because I have a plan. I’m going to catch bits and pieces- and when I’m not watching, I’ll be listening. To Red Sox anthems.

There are the obvious ones. Like:

And, you know-

And, of COURSE I’ll be singing this in my cube (my coworkers are sooooo lucky):

But there are not so obvious ones too.

Songs that just get you in that happy, poptastic mood I like to call SOXY. Like-


That’s YOU, Josh Beckett.

So help me out- let’s create a playlist of badass awesome…

Shoot your victory/peppy anthems to the comments.

NO Avril Lavigne-esque pity songs, please. We’ll let Tampa take care of that later.


Because we don’t need pity.

We’re going the distance…


And, if you want to laugh ’till you burst, just imagine your favorite Cleveland fan in a Damon jersey. Ohahahaha. That is never going to get old…

Youk’s coming back today, you guys!!!!

Missing: Kevin Youkilis- Reward for safe return. Oh! And Johnny Damon’s still a prick.

April 12, 2012 12 comments

I am at work waiting on phone calls. So you, (you lucky soxies, you!) get astute ramblings, per yours truly, on the IMPORTANT news of the day. NOT stuff like this. I will NOT comment on that. If you want my comments on THAT, click here.

Seriously. Does THIS look like my husband to you? Holy frick... do you think Josh Beckett is a robot too????

Okay, kids. I am officially (you know, as his wife) filing a missing person’s report for Kevin Youkilis.

That… that… that person we’ve seen over the past few days- it is most DEFINITELY not my husband.

And there’s bullet pointed evidence to back up my he-was-abducted-and-replaced-with-a-robot theory. Ahem:

  • He is skinny. Seriously. Look at him. HE HAS CHEEKBONES. My husband does NOT have cheekbones.
  • He is well kept. SERIOUSLY. Look at his beard! It’s… dare I say PRETTY? WHO ARE YOU, NUMBER 20????
  • Oh. And he can’t fricking hit. MY HUSBAND CAN FRICKING HIT.

THIS is the man I married.

You may be able to fool Bobby V with a paltry imitation of that sexy batter’s dance… but you can’t fool me.

This is EXACTLY like what happened in Terminator 1.

Okay. So. Um. A secret. I never actually saw Terminator 1. But I imagine it was a lot like that…


I haven’t gotten a ransom note- and that’s what worries me. What if, instead of ransoming him, the evil robot overlords (there are evil robot overlords, see) want to use him for their baseball team?! Their baseball team on like, Mars or somewhere? WHAT IF THEY DO NOT WANT TO GIVE HIM BACK????

Seriously. My switched-by-a-robot theory explains a lot of things. Like Julie Brady. Just saying…

So, as Kevin Youkilis’ wife… I am making a personal appeal. Just drop him off at my house. NO QUESTIONS ASKED.

See, I know you didn’t mean to start serious trouble, evil robot overlords. You just wanted to win your company baseball league or something. I totally get that. But, see, because of what you did… well… there’s talk.

Just give him back to me and I’ll reward you personally. I am a HELL of a crayon sketch artist. Just ask my Soxy readers. I will give you a Lauren crayon original. IN A FRAME.

Or, if it will hurt too much (don’t want you to fizzle into your own guilt after seeing my stricken, stricken face), just drop him off in the dugout tomorrow. No one has to know. Just make the switch.

And… um… if you’re not using the robot… I mean… I’d take it off your hands… um…

Is Josh Beckett a robot too? You can tell me…

Blogger buddy PAUL sent this to me earlier today… mighty suspicious…

Mighty suspicious... Paul... did YOU kidnap Youkie? You can tell me... I won't turn you in...

By the way, I LOVE it when people send me things.!


In other news, because the paranoia train isn’t full yet… there’s talk about Dustin Pedroia… OUR DUSTIN… LEAVING. Leaving because Larry Lucchino might not cough up the cash.

I swear-to-fisk I will JUMP IN FRONT OF YOUR CAR, Dustin. It will cause a traffic accident. And so much TMZ drama.

Larry Lucchino and I will have this huge fight. And not even non-robot Kevin Youkilis will be able to contain my massive amounts of wrath. There will be so much wrath that you can bottle it and sell it at Belks Department Stores NATIONWIDE. Except you will not be able to contain it in a bottle. And it will leak out into your shopping bags and onto your car seats and cause TRAFFIC ACCIDENTS. And that will back up traffic on the interstate and everyone will be late for work. Which will piss me off even more because I HATE being late for work. Don’t do that to America, Larry. DO. NOT. DO. IT.

In Salty news- there are some who think Lavarnway could do a better job. I’m telling you. It is going to be Salty’s year. Mark my words. Don’t feel like marking my words? Well, have you been paying attention to your boy Lavarnway? Boom. But really, I LOVE Lavarnway. LOVE him. I’m just saying this is Salty’s time…


Regarding Bobby V on the radio. Hah. Hah. Hah. But it still doesn’t make up for your blinky eyes where our hitting (or lack thereof) is concerned. It’s going to take more than a mustache and fake glasses to get me to take you seriously.


Speaking of seriously…

People keep asking how I feel about the Tito snub. Confused, honestly. I mean, it’s not like we’re asking you to stick your tongue down John Henry’s throat (WE WOULD NEVER ASK YOU TO DO THAT). We just kind of wanted you to pat Ortiz on the back or something. Maybe smile at the camera.

I mean, the celebration is about history. And you made history. But I get it… I do. It’s just, you meant a lot to us- enough to overlook chickengate, pill rumors and your nasty sunflower seed spitting habit. I guess I kind of hoped we meant a lot to you, Tito.

It’s eyeroll worthy, but not enough for me to get really stewed over. I’ve got 99 problems and your bitchiness “ain’t one.”

I mean, the man gave me 2004. I did kind of give him a lifetime carte blanche. You know. Except for the Lackey thing…

But really. I’m not going to take it personally. I just kind of thought you were more of a badass, Tito. Maybe you’ve been out of the hat too long.

Grady Little’s out too


And… because he clearly hasn’t burned ALL the bridges in the ALE… Johnny Damon is aiming his ego at…


That’s right.

The land of Drew Carey is now the land of the unemployed caveman… or will be soon if this statement by Johnny Damon is more accurate than his humility-

“It should be done soon.”

Well there you have it. Because there’s no reason not to take Johnny Damon’s word for it

Oh. Right…

Seriously, Johnny. You are the gift that keeps on vomiting all over our feet.

Do you think he has collected an unemployment check?

Now THAT’s something you should look into, Media.

Well, Johnny… All you need are Toronto and Baltimore and you’ve got a virtual full house of eye rollers.

Wow. I just read THIS letter. I TOLD you Johnny Damon reads my blog.

Now, remember to visit TooSoxy’s Cleveland buddy Bheise and congratulate him on his SWEET new addition. Hahahahaha.

Did you just throw up a little bit? I did. Airbrush much?


PS- Even some RED SOX players would rather watch hockey. Um…

We’re going to be fine. FINE. See? Josh Beckett thinks so too.

On our game. Tomorrow. On… um… Friday. The thirteenth. Um…

Always look on the bright side of utter, drippy defeat. Go, Clay!

April 8, 2012 6 comments

So. Um. A whopping average of ZERO runs a game has me with a heebier case of the jeebies than the 0 and 2 record. Oh. And Mike Wallace died.

Happy Easter.

But seriously- let’s look on the bright side of the Sox.


No. There IS a bright side. Here he is:

Meet Ryan Sweeney! Captain of the Those-Who-Give-A-Fudge club. Members are you, me, Ryan Sweeney, Jarrod Saltalamacchia, David Ortiz. Gonz, since you ran, you get to be first alternate.

Your Sox hitters, ladies and gents!

You’ll notice a few frequent fliers missing from that list. Like, I don’t know. Jacoby. Dustin. KEVIN YOUKILIS.

Maybe they’re waiting for their ChickenFrat to get reinstated on campus. I didn’t mean that.


Like. Um.

Bobby V doesn’t chew NEARLY as many sunflower seeds as Tito. So there’s savings there…


Oh! And remember- Verlander didn’t post a win the other day! That was. Um…

Oh! And John Lester didn’t give up five runs.

Okay. So there’s not a lot of good news. But it’s April, people. It’s APRIL. And remember last year? We’ve got to toughen up like beef jerky if we’re going to survive the blight to come.

It’s April. No one is panicking y-

Oh. Hi, media.

You’re early. I wasn’t expecting you.

Oh, yes, Olney. Let’s alllll recap Soxsplosion. Because I just keep forgetting.

I’d rather look ahead, see, with articles like this that use the word “schneid” (REALLY?) in their headline.

“It’s more of a relaxed state of mind knowing that everything’s fine and not having to worry about anything other than going out there and executing pitches and trying to help put this team in a position to win,” Buchholz said.

That is how we all need to feel.


The game is at 1 p.m. I’m traveling for that whole Easter thing- having Easter sister time at 2 p.m. in Greensboro- but I’ll be updating occasionally. You know. To curse and rant and… TO CELEBRATE CLAY’S BADASS PITCHING. RIGHT?! RIGHT?!

So comment away on your breaks from bunny hops, egg locator missions, mass oh, and baseball teeth gritting.

You’ll have a video in your basket tonight. So look for that.


Still not feeling Eastery?

THIS should make us ALL feel better.

Happy Easter/bunny day (is that the politically correct version? Screw it. I’m Catholic. I’m going to go with baseball day as the pc version. Ahem)/baseball day.


2:16. So. Maybe my iPhone is wrong and it is NOT 5-3, Detroit… At least we are… Um… Hitting? Apparently?

7-5? Boston? Of course. The game I cannot watch. Of course. Can someone tell me what is happening?! Please let this be a youk- driven initiative… 2:49

7-6? I feel so helpless! I am sorry, nieces, I can’t hide eggs with you. I have to figure out what is happening in Detroit… 2:58.

9-7. I have no idea what is happening, but I am quite thrilled. 3:34.

And by quite… I mean quite. Lack of hitting scares me more than lack of pitching. You can out hit your bum pitcher, but you can’t pitch runs on your scoreboard….
Happy Easter, indeed…

10-10? Bottom of the 9? Really? Is this one of those games where we are playing ourselves and losing?

5:57. I just got the we-lost-memo. Damn.

And the next to jump ship is…?

October 7, 2011 7 comments

Okay. So Theo’s not going anywhere.

TODAY, at least. TODAY.

John Henry said something suspicious…

“I think there’s a certain shelf life in these jobs,” Henry said. “You can only be the manager, the general manager, if you’re sane, for a certain amount of time. It’s a pressure cooker here. It’s a long season. It’s 365 days. Theo is not going to be the general manager forever.”

Maybe it’s the yacht-concussion talking. Or maybe it’s the same crazy chaos juice that’s been brewing for a week and two days…

Thoughts, Soxies?

Do YOU want Theo to go?


If you’re angry at Bud Selig and you know it, clap for the Tigers…

October 4, 2011 8 comments

Okay. So, it’s a mouthful.

But. Bear with me.

I have no idea what’s going on in the world of baseball.

No idea. And I am still too bitter to care (maybe I’ll be ready to talk about it tomorrow).

But, here’s a quick public service announcement:

Go Brewers and Tigers, World Series 2011! Woooooo!

Why? Because Fox Network blacked me out of a game that one time and Bud Selig let the fricking Stankees lose on purpose.


Allow me to elaborate. Big teams=big money for Fox and and Selig. Little teams=little audience. Little audience=little money.

Little money=tears for Selig and Fox.

Tears for Selig and Fox=irrational amount of laughter for Lauren.



So, if you’re angry at Bud Selig and Fox and all the bastards making money off of this heartbreaking sport, clap your hands! For the Tigers and the Brewers. Because no one cares about them.

Join me, Soxies! Join me!


And THAT is your official TooSoxy endorsement for Tuesday.

Tomorrow, expect a rant. I’ve been working on what I fondly refer to as THE ANGRY BLOG for about a week. It’s coming. It’s fiery. And it’s so bitter it will melt your corneas into goo. GOO.

And, who needs an actual game? I like how Boston is the only team that manages to lose horribly and implode WHEN WE ARE NOT EVEN FRICKING PLAYING. More on this later. Oh yes. More on this later.

I am so full of hate.


Except for Kevin Youkilis. Who, no matter what ANYONE says, is completely, utterly and most profoundly (AS ALWAYS) blameless.

There can be ONLY one Wildcard

September 28, 2011 12 comments

Got that, Jon Lester? Only ONE. Here. Let me illustrate it for you using the cult classic, Highlander.

Jon Lester! It would help if you were at least enthusiastic about your HEADSHOT.

We’ve got this. Oh. We’ve got this.

Or else.

And today, that’s literal…


So, Soxies. It’s been a great season. And… if… if…

You know I love you guys, right?

Any last words?