Posted by athomeatfenway on September 20, 2008
A place within Red Sox Nation sans Yankee fans.
The Sox defeated Toronto on the road, 4-3 tonight, bringing their record to 90 W – 63 L.
For the second year in a row. For the 6th time in 7 years.
This campaign hasn’t been a day at the beach. But it has been the inspiration for many reflections.
Here are a few random ones:
Papelbon is fallable. He hasn’t many clean consecutive appearances. Opponents say he shows signs of fatigue.
The big man has begun to break down. It’s inevitable. God made that body for protecting a Queen or President, not running the bases and sliding into home. I’m going to enjoy watching David while we have him.
Red Sox Ownership believes that one should always behave in a courteous fashion. Even when Manny Ramirez was just begging for a suspension. He should have been sent home without pay and left to stew until after the season was over. The Sox would have given the union a good fight.
Pedroia is a mini-Michael. He’s a talented freak.
Pedroia is nearing cult figure status in Boston.
In Baseball, mediocrity is good because it adds up over six months. The Sox were not terrific throughout this year. They won a few more than they lost every month from March through the end of July, then got hot in August.
A no-no doesn’t necessarily mean much. Buch, godspeed and good luck in the Arizona Fall League. Soxaholics saw the no-hitter as foreshadowing a long career and a bag full of Cy Young trophies. Well, we’ve all gotten past those expectations by now. Clay, you need a few moments of Zen. The desert is the perfect place for that. Check out Sedona.
4 good starting pitchers make up for lengthy patches of dismal hitting. I think that one is self-explanatory.
Knuckle ballers will never get the respect they deserve despite significant heroics. It is how bad Wake looks (3 or 4 starts a year) that prejudices the crowd. They forget about the other 28 outings. Many fans abhor the extreme bad beyond rationality.
Fenway continues to be cleaned, painted, sandblasted and spiffed up. And it’s dandy !
Fenway continues to need a major, major o-v-e-r-h-a-u-l ! May it begin by correcting the orientation of seats in Grandstand 3, 4, 5, and 6, and the Right Field Boxes in sections 88 through 92. Untwist our necks. Let the healing to begin.
Sean Casey looks like a Dentist. An Insurance Salesman. A Civil Engineer.
We are seeing the results of the greatest BoSox minor league production in history. Lester, Masterson, Youk, Pedroia, Ellsbury, Lowrie, Cash, Bowden, and Delcarmon. This is unprecedented.
Keeping Jon Lester has more than worked out. I would have traded him with two prospects for Santana. I thought he’d never make the leap he made this year. Wrong.
Unthinkable though it was on Oct.17, 2003, we now have a chance to triple the pleasure in this golden era of Red Sox Baseball. 2004, 2007…2008. Unthinkable.
Dan Duquette continues to be regularly and wrongfully ignored by the Sox. Remember Varitek and Lowe for Heathcliff Slocomb ?
Jed Lowrie is way better than Julio Lugo.
Jason Bay is just compensation.
Manny was as great a hitter as he was a loveable cartoon character.
The Yankees have little left to motivate them other than beating down the BoSox on Sept. 26 – 28.
Paul Byrd is to 2008 what John Burkett was to 2003. A #5 when needed, but never intended for the post-season. Burkett always started when I went to Fenway in 2003 and he would just flumox batters for 4 innings, sometimes for 5. Then he’d just give it up.
Some fans drive a hundred miles to see a game at Fenway, then sleep in their car so they can wake up and see another Red Sox home game the next day. I kid you not.
It hurts to see Eric Hinske, former BoSox Super Sub, star for the Rays.
10 hits in a game at the right time create 10 runs. 10 hits at the wrong times create none. Funny game.
Come the postseason, it is best to miss the team that had your number all season. Like missing the Yankees in 2007. Maybe — like missing the Rays in 2008.
Nothing curtails the demand for BoSox tickets. Not gas prices, home heating fuel, declining home sales, growing unemployment, the collapse of Financial giants. Nothing yet.
Hats off to Naomi Calder and the BoSox for finding creative ways to spread the ticket opportunities around so fans get a shot at them. This week’s lottery for post-season tickets made thousands of fans happy. One post-season game in October makes up for a summer with no trips to Beantown.
Hats off to Lou Gorman, classy guy that he is, for repping the Sox with intelligence and wit where ever he is met. I’d like to have a cup of coffee with Lou and his Fenway office mate, Bill James.
Terry Francona’s stress level would decline without the unrelenting crush of Boston fandom. Once you see it up close, you realize how rude fans can be.
Soxaholics are passionate when in Baltimore, Phoenix, Tampa, etc.. But we’ve gone over the top at times with loud and bullying demonstrations about how dominant we are. And the local papers have referred to us as a traveling circus. We need to be respectful of the houses and traditions of others. We represent the teams of Young, Williams, Ruth, Ortiz, Yaz, Tony C.. We give till it hurts to the Jimmy Fund and the Red Cross. We represent Triumph over Tragedy. Our sell out streak is 5 years running. Sox fans are the classiest in Baseball. We should show we understand the traditions of other teams and show respect. This isn’t the NFL.
There are places to stand and watch the game that are not standing room, but with a better view than all of Fenway’s bad seats.
“Parts is Parts”, said the venerable Frank Perdue when speaking of thighs and legs. It sure takes a lot of parts to win a pennant.
True: A giant two-legged beer cup ran in the 2008 Boston Marathon.
True: 4 B.U. Students carrying a sofa ran in the 2008 Boston Marathon.
Obviously True: Spectators were drunk by 10 a.m. while watching the 2008 Boston Marathon.
There are 9 games left. Let’s take 6 !