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Monday, October 29, 2007

See You Next Trainingcamp    

A tradition unlike any other... Papelbon making a joyous ass of himself.

Now that we've served the hot dog, time for some relish.

In short... this is just as good as 2004, but also nothing at all like 2004. They're opposite halves of the same coin: one year they did it when nobody thought they would, and one year they did it when everyone thought they should.

This championship was so exceedingly normal that there is no excuse, period, for further reference to collapses and whatnot. The Red Sox franchise is for real, and they're not going anywhere for quite a while.

So who else is coming to the parade? Lehr, you in?

One last thought: fuck you, Scott Boras, for ruining the 8th inning. Die in a fire. (Hey, there was already a DIAF tag! Wonder what's in there...)

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  • Lost in all the other amazing things about yesterday was Fred Willard delivering the Red Sox lineup. That made up for a whole postseason of boring performances by Sox players. How can we get him in the booth to replace McCarver?

    "And to think that in some countries these dogs are eaten."

    By Blogger Chris, at 4:19 AM  

  • Willard was perfect. McCarver was beyond awful.
    That said, last night has me feeling a bit punch-drunk (much like Kelly Holcomb (

    Don't get me wrong, I'm fine w/ the Sox winning- they were certainly a hell of a lot better than the Crockies (Jamie Carroll in the 9th? WTF???) But between Torre leaving, ARod opting, and MoSada up in the air, I can't take it anymore.

    Fuck baseball, fuck the one october, fuck Fox, fuck you all!
    I'm going home. Or Wisconsin.

    By Blogger Alex, at 10:29 AM  

  • You forgot Steinbrenner leaving the team to his children.

    Hey, at least you have Duke starting up in a couple weeks!

    By Blogger Jeff, at 10:37 AM  

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