Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Sox Shine in Sunny Tampa Bay
Thursday, May 20, 2010
A Look Back
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Yankees Taunt Sox
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Take Me Out to the Ball Game.....
…But don’t expect me to pay attention to the game. There is nothing like seeing a ball game right at the park, but for me it is one of the worst places to actually watch a game. There are just too many distractions. I am too busy waiting for the beach ball to come my way, or trying to time the wave perfectly as it rolls across the crowd, or searching for famous people with my binoculars. Last summer I managed to get tickets to a Red Sox-Yankees game at Fenway. It was that great game where Jacoby stole home off of an unsuspecting Andy Pettitte. I know because I watched it the next day on-line. Unfortunately, at that precise moment during the game I was using my binoculars to check out JD Drew’s ass while he was up to bat (not too shabby!), and it took me some time to realize what all the shocked elation was about. At home I would have at least gotten the instant replay (from multiple angles!). Don’t get me wrong-- I enjoy the excitement of being at the park. The intimacy of seeing the game in the flesh, in insta-time without the delay of having to send the images and sounds through all those strings and tin cans--- It’s just that it is hard to pay attention when you are a few beers in and your friend Jenny also with a few beers and a few whiskey shots under her belt is fervently trying to initiate the wave and encouraging the brood of eight to ten year olds in front of you to chant “Yankees Suck” repeatedly. I was in Saint Louis during the 2000 season and got cheap tickets to a game, which was easy because it isn't Boston. Mark McGwire was playing and I think he might have hit a homerun and I think maybe the Cardinals won, but I can’t tell you who they were playing. I can tell you that I enjoyed a foot long hot dog and I acquired a cool floppy khaki hat with the Cardinals symbol on it just for filling out a credit card application. I have been like this since the first game I ever went to. I must have been 9 or 10 when my dad and I first boarded a Greyhound in Portland, ME to head to Boston to watch my first game. This one I think I remember slightly better than most, maybe because it was my first game or maybe because it is so far removed from now that the reality I created for it has become the truth. But I think Boston beat Milwaukie 2-1 (wait does Boston even ever play Milwaukie?). The problem when I was 9 was that I couldn’t see even if I really wanted to. Every interesting thing that happened would cause the crowd to rise to their feet leaving my sub 4-foot frame seeing nothing but the backs of overweight men. There was also a rare heat wave in the northeast during that time. I think my dad told me it was 104 degrees out. Therefore, my most vivid memory of that game is me standing in front of a sink in a green-walled Fenway bathroom repeatedly filling the newly acquired sox cap my dad bought me with cool water from the faucet and dumping it on my head. It was refreshing.
So take me out to the ball game, I will likely forgoe the crackerjacks, but you can buy me a beer and fries. I will root, root, root for the—“hey do you see those wackos over there? What does that say on their chests? 'B-O-T-O-X'?! Hand me the binoculars”.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Wieners in the Wind
On Thursday, Breanne and I attended our first Sea Dogs game of the season. After thunderstorms and rain in the morning, the sky had opened up around
I was in a hurry to get the game going because I had my final Biology class at
Sometime in the bottom of the 1st, a young man with a big forehead and a green collared shirt came to our section and stuck out his hand to introduce himself to me. His name was Brayden, I believe, and he worked for the Sea Dogs promotion team. He wanted to know if Breanne and I would like to take part in an on-field promotion. We looked at each other then Breanne nodded her head while I said yes. Brayden said that we’d be working together to try and catch hot dogs in a giant box. We were to meet him at the player’s entrance after the 3rd inning.
The game moved quickly after that. The
Brayden was there, and he showed us the box we’d be handling. It was probably 3x3’ and it had two handles, one for each of us, while your other hand went under the box for support. He showed us the hot dogs and they were plastic and surprisingly small. He and another girl, I missed her name, would be flinging the tiny hot dogs at us with lacrosse sticks. Brayden commented on the wind and recommended that we concentrate on only one of the hurlers so we’re not crab-walking back and forth trying to catch every one. After these instructions, we waited in a special bleacher section just beyond 1st base until the middle of the 5th, when we were to go on.
While we sat in the special bleachers, we noticed that indeed the wind was blowing mightily. I wondered how we we’re going to catch those tiny pieces of plastic once they got caught up in the gusts. I would find out soon, as the 4th and the top of the 5th blew by and suddenly we were following a guy named Tom onto the field and they were announcing our names over the loudspeakers.
They got Breanne Blanchette right, but I was Luke Kay-ez. We were positioned about
Before we knew it, the 30 seconds had passed. Not only had we not caught a single hot dog, I don’t believe a single one even hit the box. Someone passed me my hat, another girl with a camera passed Breanne a little card with an email address on it, and we were escorted off the field to absolutely no reaction from the crowd. As we passed through the gate, Tom, who we’d followed on the field earlier, handed me some coupons for free hot dogs. Behind the coupons were 8 Sea Dogs tickets. I said to him, “We didn’t catch any,” but he said it was so windy they decided to give us the prize anyway. Pity tickets are still tickets.
Back in the stands we were celebrities for about 2 minutes, answering questions about the hot dogs, the box, and the wind. We stayed for another inning and a half and then I had to go to class.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Fuck Rain
Friday, May 7, 2010
Moyer
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Sox Take First Three Against Angels
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Tasers, Stats and Love For You-Know-Who
Fire On High (School Kids) - This ELO masterpiece, and theme song of Funtown's Astrosphere, sets up one of baseball's most recent stories perfectly. The 17-year-old who got tazed. (After having very little success researching the proper verb to use, I decided to simply go with the one that I think looks coolest, the one with the "z". Meanwhile, did you know that TASER is an acronym for Thomas A. Swift's Electric Rifle?) So, some doof jumps onto the field and runs around waving his t-shirt like a doofus. Some tubby cop shoots the kid in the back with a stun gun, ending the ruckus he was causing in a heartbeat (a possibly irregular one, now). My opinion: Come on, dude. Did they really have to taze the teenager in the back? Were they afraid he was going to Rat-Tail Ryan Howard with his shirt? (Looking up Rat-Tail to make sure it was a wikipedia-approved term for towel-snapping led me to finding the picture below.)

Jumping onto a baseball field and running around is and has been a part of the game for decades. But the punishment here did not fit the crime. If your friend got pulled over for speeding, and was levied with a $250 fine, then the next day you got pulled over for speeding and they sentenced you to four years in prison, you'd be pretty shocked. Not as shocked as Steve Consalvi was on Monday, but shocked nevertheless. The point is, no fan to my knowledge had ever been tazed for running around on the field before. Unless you're informing people ahead of time that the penalty for entering the field of play is 50,000 volts, it's kind of a douche move. But I get it. It's obnoxious, people shouldn't do what that kid did. Yet, packing a ballpark full of drunk fans is like begging for tomfoolery. Stadiums aren't going to stop selling beer, though, are they? I think not. I recognize that I am in the minority on this topic. Something like 73% of respondents to an MSNBC poll voted that a Taser is an acceptable tool to use in the situation. I respectfully disagree with those people.
The Day And The Time (For Sox Bats To Get Going) - So, it was a Shakira song that popped up just as I finished writing on the last subject. Embarrassing. Anyway, the Red Sox wasted an entire series' worth of offense on last night's game. I predict they'll be supporting Jon Lester with an output of two runs tonight. (Of course, that's all they gave him during his last start and he won anyway.) The offense last night was really nice to see, though. I'm pumped that J.D. is heating up. He's 9-for-17 over the last four games with 7 RBIs. He's still striking out way too much, but hopefully he'll see his batting average continue to climb, if only to get the haters off his back. Oh, and the "D" still stands for Durability. 25 of 26 games for Durability Jonathan Drew.
I Can't Stand Losing (To) You - Getting swept by the Baltimore Orioles was a travesty. I mean, seriously, have you seen the Orioles? What a joke. It's not like the Orioles were starting a hot streak either, because they went right back to losing Monday at Yankee Stadium.
Promises - I couldn't really think of a way to tie this into a baseball topic. Stupid Eric Clapton. So, instead I'm going to talk about random stats for a while. I like the Defense-Independent Pitching Stat, so let's look at the top ten AL pitchers in that category:
- Francisco Liriano 2.38
- Brett Anderson 2.54
- Doug Fister 2.85
- Brett Cecil 2.95
- Carl Pavano 2.97
- Colby Lewis 3.06
- John Danks 3.22
- David Price 3.22
- Brian Matusz 3.26
- Jered Weaver 3.27
My Back Pages - Rich Harden (5.61) is on that list of mirages, too, unfortunately. Fortunately for Rich, he's one of my favorite players and I will immediately jump to his defense here. The league-leading 23 walks Harden has given up so far are undoubtedly the reason his DIPS is more than two full runs higher than his actual ERA. And that walk total is out-of-control ridiculous for only the month of April. But April is gone and so are Harden's problems with the base on balls. I sat in front of my computer watching ESPN's Gamecast of last night's Rangers-Athletics game. It featured two of my fantasy pitchers going head-to-head, Harden and Dallas Braden. And Harden was simply brilliant during his first start of May. He went seven innings, walked nobody, struck out nine and only gave up two hits (the first, a double to Momaw Navaughn teammate Rajai Davis). Harden's performance ranked as the sixth-best start of the season for an American League pitcher (his game score was 82). I'm telling you, Rich Harden is about to get hot, and you don't need to check the back page of the sports section to figure that one out.
Just What I Needed - A good song to end on. I doubt I'll write an article with this theme again, since, aside from Fire On High (School Kids) my topic headings really blew. But I hit the highlights of what I wanted to write about in this article: D.J. Jazzy Drew, Richy Rich Harden and that silly tazing incident. Most importantly, I wasted about two hours of work writing this. And that's just what I needed.