Monday, August 10, 2009

Breakfast with the Hysterics


So I can't decide if this Red Sox season feels like the 2005 season where they made the playoffs but had no chance of doing much, or the 2006 season where the infamous 5-game sweep wiped the Sox off my radar screen, leaving me to wonder about what kind of offense the Patriots could muster with Doug Gabriel as their #2 receiver. I mean, how much different is this season? Instead of Wade Miller and David Wells we have John Smoltz and Brad Penny. Instead of Kyle Snyder and Matt Clement we have Clay Buchholz and Junichi Tazawa. And this offense... if you want to call it an offense... leaves me with visions of Tony Graffanino and John Olerud and Adam Hyzdu dancing in my head. Any of these guys still available? So amid the John Smoltz Experiment and the David Ortiz Steroid Extravaganza (These are great band names, kids. Use them. Use them well.) there's been some seriously sucktastic baseball.

And last night, OH GOD last night. Daniel Bard! Danny (Can I call you Danny? I have dreams where we meet and I call you Danny), how could you do this to me? After weeks and weeks of orgasmic pitching, effortless 99 mph fastballs, and sheer filth-nastiness, you let me down. Hard. In quite a big game. I know you're going to be the closer for this team somewhere down the line, which is why I've already started sending countless letters to John Henry, petitioning him to make your entrance song "Best I Ever Had" by Drake. I can just see it, Danny. You fist-bump the tubby cop and run in from the pen, while the Fenway Faithful sways from side to side, singing "You're the fuckin' best! You're the fuckin' best!" like it's Sweet Caroline. But no! JWH is probably feeding all my emails into a shredder this morning after your major hiccup last night. If I can't trust you, Danny, who can I trust?


*sigh*

Well kids, this could be a very long rest of the season. Is all hope lost? Absolutely not. But it's damn close. The Sox are back at Fenway tonight, and maybe some home cookin' will restore my faith. If not... Patriots/Eagles, Thursday night.


Save me, Tommy. Save me.

(Can I call you Tommy? I have dreams where we meet and I call you Tommy...)

7 comments:

Oz said...

You think you had it bad in '06? I was stationed in upstate New York and I had to watch the Massacre on YES. NOT cool.

ballamiguel said...

Currently TIED with the Rangers for the Wild Card, 1-5 against them this season...somebody please meet me at JJ Foley's in 10 minutes.

Rocco said...

@Oz: I LIVE in upstate NY and only get YES.

Oz said...

Sorry, Rocco; I feel your pain. I had flashbacks when I was watching this weekend via the Extra Innings package. I loathe Michael Kay. At least now most of the games come my way on NESN.

Rocco said...

WHERE ARE ALL THE POSTS THIS WEEK?!?! Seriously, is everyone ok?

Oz said...

Did you see the title pic?

ballamiguel said...

(I ask why they haven't posted in weeks)

GHABB,Y!: Oh wait do you have a blog? No?

I also don't have 5 hours of free time at work to write blogs about 80's wrestlers that register a 0.5 on our Give-A-Fuck-O-Meter.