Thank the heavens exhibition games don't count, eh?
I've been alternately packing up my entire house in Chicago, a bridesmaid in a wedding in Kansas City, and on a cross-country trek to Boston, so I haven't been able to catch much of the action - but the box scores have spoken volumes. I just don't see this team winning more than 75 ballgames this season. I don't even think they'll finish second in the East- we'll be lucky to get third behind the Yankees and Blue Jays, if not fourth behind the Rays.
I'm also sick of Josh Beckett's bellyaching. "Waaah! My back hurts!" Get over it, wimp. And on the subject of pitchers, I'm similarly sick of Jonathan Papelbon, period. The dancing and the mugging and the horsing around and the scrabble. It's tired, Paps - no one finds you entertaining (except Yankee fans, who love you). And JESUS, Manny and Papi-- when will you two ever get with the program and start producing at the plate?
Wow, it feels good to admit all that. And I suppose it's time to reveal another thing: I stopped in Buffalo last night as the halfway point on my drive to Boston, and I adore it so much I've decided to stay.
One last confession:
... surely y'all didn't buy that stuff up there, right? I'm arriving in Boston to become a resident tonight, I'm super psyched about the Red Sox this season and you will likely never hear me speak a word against Josh Beckett, ever. Check the calendar- it's the only day I can get away with saying stuff like that.
I'll officially be in the Boston area tonight, and in time for the Oakland game, so I'll plan to have us a rip-roaring open gameday thread for the first game of the season on U.S. soil. Hooray!
on April 1, 2008 11:07 AM
Ha. ha.
:P
Welcome to Boston!!!!!!