Storming The Hill
It’s almost go time. And I can think of no guy I’d rather have lead the charge than this guy.
His stuff is nasty dirty, and when he lays a beautiful curve down over the plate it’s like catching a quick glimpse of nirvana. He’s not hampered by memories of the past, but he is locked in to what took him to the endgame before. He’s the guy who is stone-faced and lethal on the field, and a chatterbox of a teammate in the dugout. He takes little credit for his own successes, and is the first to jump over the dugout fence to celebrate the success of one of his teammates or to step up and take up for fellow pitcher who he feels is getting the short stick. He busts his ass, going above and beyond (witness that he was one of just SIX players who showed up to the optional workout on Sunday, after getting in after 5am that morning) and is not satisfied so long as there is one pitch he could have thrown better, one out he could have gotten sooner, one batter he could have sat down quicker. He’s unflappable in the face of pressure, and he’s unfailing in his desire to win. Hell, not just win but SHUT THOSE OTHER MOFOS DOWN. He’s the kid phenom who morphed into a World Series MVP and then grew up to be a man of resolve and the ace of a team.
He’s brash and cocky and dominating and committed and fierce and competitive and firey and otherworldly talented and aces … and thank the heavens, he is ours.
Here’s a couple of videos for firing up the blood, Josh-style.
And just because I never tire of seeing Josh in a cowboy hat with a big shiny belt buckle:
(and if the Indians think a cheap publicity tactic like hiring his ex-girlfriend to sing the national anthem is going to rattle him, they have got another thing coming)
I find it hilarious that all the elements of Josh that keep me from finding him at all attractive (the tobacco, being a huge redneck, his strange chin hair stylings, love of large belt buckles) are what makes you get all weak in the knees.
I will be going through all of your Beckett posts this afternoon so I can be armed with an arsenal of facts about his badassery to taunt Indians fans with at the bars tonight.
Whatever you do, do NOT go to Cleveland.
And at this point, Josh could admit to being a Sooners fan, and I’d still love him.
Oh, no need to worry, I’ve got plenty of idiot bandwagon Indians fans in my own backyard, no need to make the trip!
Absolutely brilliant game by Josh. 11 strikeouts…amazing. The name “Josh Beckett” is interchangeable with the word “domination.”
Josh Beckett’s fabulous–and his “Texas” isms of hunting, cussing, and being a general bad-ass make him even better! Only Texas girls could find him in a cowboy hat and belt buckle impossibly sexy.
I love you Josh Beckett.
\\Only Texas girls could find him in a cowboy hat and belt buckle impossibly sexy. //
New England Girls just dont know awesomeness then ;)
simply dropkickingASS stupendous
I’m a New England girl…and I find him to be “impossibly sexy,” hat, buckle and facial hair and all. :)
They asked him about the ex thing in the post-game interview…response: “I don’t get paid to make those fuckin decisions. She’s a friend of mine…that doesn’t bother me at all. Thanks for flying one of my friends to the game so she could watch it for free.” And thank you Josh for giving Kenny Lofton shit about something that he shouldn’t do anyways.
And there’s no fucking way the ex shit was a “coincidence”… though they should get the award for “most creative and cheap attempt to fuck with head of the the best pitcher in MLB.” That should appease Cleveland when they get their asses kicked this weekend, right? :-P
I gotta go with Soxx Girl on this….I’m a Bostonian. Total city girl. But love me some Beckett and everything about him. Ok, I could do without the chew (nasty) and the deer hunting (not into killing animals, but to each is own) but other than that, I’m good with everything that is Mr. Beckett. And oh yeah, he’s fucking awesome pitcher. Holy hell.
No coincidence about Peck. Great response by Josh. Lofton, he would have torn you apart old man. You are lucky he was pitching a gem and needed to stay in the game. Again, go Josh.
And screw the umps, Manny’s was a HR. Bastards.
I think Sox fans everywhere adore Josh.
Found this gem on Fox sports:
“Beckett complied, escaped a two-on, two-out jam later in the inning, then walked off the field and told an Indians fan behind the Red Sox dugout to “Go fuck yourself.” ”
http://msn.foxsports.com/mlb/story/7350704
He is awesome.
There must have been a beatuy for 2 behind the dugout because I saw Snyder yelling at someone there too. I bet they were getting crap and decided to give it back.
TG, 3 people in my work (including me) have Beckett shirts on today. Nice. :)
I’m a Boston girl, no question about it, and am a bit puzzled and turned off at his hunting, big belt buckles, facial hair style, et al., but adore him nonetheless. It may be the fact that he pitches so well all else doesn’t matter, though. :D