MVP! MVP MVP!

Remember MVP Sports? I bought my first baseball glove there. They disolved into Decathalon awhile back, before they became non-existent altogether. That store was great. I miss them. The end.

Tim Lincecum used dark magic to win the Cy Young

On the right is the NL Cy Young winner, Tim Lincecum. On the left is the very same person and he is no-doubt reading a book about dark magic... or maybe it's a young Severus Snape from The Harry Potter movies. Whomever it may be, how can we really trust that Lincecum won the Cy Young legitimately now that this evidence has been exposed to the public? We have tests for all sorts of chemicals in professional athletes but the improper use of magic in the MLB has been sorely overlooked. What's next people? Bud Selig never going outside during the day and people finally finding out he's a vampire?!?!? You heard it here first...

Mike Sciosca is excited!!

If you didn't know, Mike Scioscia took home the AL Manager of the Year honor yesterday and he was super excited, as he always is. How jubilant was he? Just about as thrilled as he was when....


He won the lottery. Notice the look of joy upon his face. His face is that thing above all those chins and bacon bits hanging around that area that is apparently a mouth. The lottery is nothing compared to the time he...


...became a father. Heart warming moment really. And we shall not forget about the time he...

... apparently won a MacBook in a competition between him and some girl to see who could be more excited. He took home the prize, and as you can see, was very excited. Congrats Mr. Scioscia and thank you for getting the Sox into the playoffs... and then kicking their asses out.

Get your Greinke on

Sir Zack Greinke (assuming he's been knighted, who hasn't these days) took home the well deserved Cy Young yesterday. 33 total starts and in 18 of those he held opponents to 1 run or less. That's disturbing, so are all his other stats this year.

As we've told you before, Greinke is kind of a quote machine, and we can only hope this hardware helps add to his arsenal of funny little quips. Here's a link to a few goodies and a couple others to hold you over for a bit. If you have some, throw them in the comments section.

"They just said rebuilding because the team was bad."

“There’s a lot more interesting stuff going on right now They should have something else on the cover. Playoff basketball or something else. So it’s a mistake. They’ll probably sell their least amount of magazines in a long time - except when NASCAR was on the cover.”

"Nice effort by the defense. They didn't get tired of running after balls to the wall. I was pretty impressed by that."

"I don't want to pitch for New York in the playoffs -- I want to pitch for Kansas City in the playoffs,"

And maybe the best yet:

Zack talking about Carl Crawford pinch hitting for him in the All-Star game: “I was like, ‘Crawford? Are you serious?’ ” Greinke says. “But he got a base hit, so it’s acceptable. And he robbed a homer, so I guess that worked out all right. It could’ve been me. That pitch was probably right down the middle. I would’ve crushed it.”

Take me out to the ballpark, if you're filthy rich

So somewhere admist the media swarm around Belichick yesterday, the Sox slipped in a sting of their own, upping ticket prices around the park. The annual raising of ticket prices at the Fens is about as clockwork as me forgetting where I put my keys every morning. The instinct is to complain. Complain about the prices. B*tch about how they've priced out Joey Superfan in favor of Joe CEO and his corporate account. But I have long moved on from that. These days I only go to games when a friend of a friend of a friend of a cousin of a contractor offers up his season tickets for the night because he has to go to a "contractor convention". Yup, the nostalgia of Fenway has become stale for me, and everything I need from a live baseball game can be delivered to me via crystal clear HD television. Shrink my couch to an 18-inch wide wooden chair and throw an obnoxious fat guy next to me and I feel like I'm there.

But the raising of ticket prices got my 4 brain cells twirling around. As you know, the Sox have one of the smaller stadiums in baseball, thanks to the horrible foresight of the designers in 1912 not knowing Major League Baseball would become a cash cow. So the owners have to make every seat count, and inevitably make it one of the most expensive parks to entertain a family for the night. And when the bidding for the Sox franchise took place in 2001, several of the pontential owners, including present Dodger owner Frank McCourt, planned to build new stadiums for the local nine, thereby bringing in a massive revenue stream for the team and city. But alas, John Henry and his cronies won the battle and purchased the Sox for a mere $660mil, promising to keep the current Fenway, but cake on layers of make-up. They of course made good on that promise, hired this woman, and transformed Fenway from an eyesore into a restored landmark, albeit an even more crowded one. Its difficult to picture how awful the pre-renovated version was until you see a replay of some archived game on NESN. Once you get over the shock of seeing a skinny Roger Clemens, you realize how incredible the stadium looks now compared to that patchwork dungeon Fenway used to be. (you obviously can't see the trough toilet rooms on TV, but that was the most charming feature.)

So what am I babbling on about? Well, I want a new stadium. Sure, this is being fueled by the fact that its mid-November, the Yanks just won the world series, and I have no interest in the 2010 free agent class. But since baseball and buildings are favorite topics of mine, I always enjoy a conversation on the possibilites of a new stadium. I mean even looking through this website is an odd pleasure for me. Now I know the Henry/ Werner/ Luchhino team have vowed to stand by their renovations for the next decade plus (including the 100-year anniversary of the stadium in a couple years), but just think about the fun and anticipation of building a new Fenway. Where would it go? How would you recreate the monster? How many stripper poles do you put in the Remy-Orsillo crow's nest? All awesome things to ponder.

Thoughts, suggestions, detailed floor plans go in the comments section.

It was 4th and 2. We get it

No, really, we get it. Garfield gets it. Watching Rodney Harrison and Tedy Bruschi destroy Bill on TV leads me to believe that they get it too. Everyone in the friggin world gets it. One call, one game, in November no less. I am ready to move past it as long as you are? Are you? Please, let's do that.

The morning after

I did not stay up to watch the 4th and 2 disaster last night. What I've learned from the Red Sox is that you go to sleep early, and stupidly assume things will go well why you get a blissful night of slumber. And while this strategy is exhilarating as hell when a seemingly inevitable loss transforms into a glorious win by morning, it is all the more devastating to hear that a sure-fire win fizzled into an embarrassing loss. Its the equivalent of being a kid on Christmas Eve only to find out the next morning that Rudolph played a horrible game of revenge against the other reindeer and poisoned their reindeer food and Santa couldn't deliver any presents. Ok, thats awful, it wasn't that bad (even though it would make for a hilarious sequel to the Rudolph movie). But its still a bad sports Monday. Well, on the bright side, we're another day closer to Fort Myers.