Thank You 2010

Down by 3 to the lowly Orioles with whatever lethargic robot that is representing Josh Beckett on the mound after losing 2 out of 3 games that were all given the magic title of "must win" really makes someone question their sanity. It's getting to that point. That point where no matter how much positive mojo I want to throw at The Sox it doesn't seem to matter. Too many injuries, too many different guys starting in center field and too few pitchers in the bullpen that can actually pitch.

I said it before, all there is left to do is to go down in the biggest ball of fiery flames that a team can possibly go down in. Don't give away the series to the Yanks. Make them work for the division. Get into one of those quaint "stress relieving" brawls with a team that deserves it, like the O's or Jays. Give us, the fans, some sign that there is still life in this team and there will be a reason to turn on NESN next April besides constantly checking for a new episode of "Hot Shorts with Heidi". I'll take any of those. Preferably numbers 2 and 4.

Show's Over

That annoying voice inside my head telling me that The Sox can win 2/3 of their games this weekend has since shut the f*ck up. Coincidentally, another voice (there are quite a few in there) that used to speak about playoff hopes and was constantly chanting "2004 4-eva" has been replaced by what sounds like the mix between a sick cow and a 12 year old girl crying. From what I can tell that voice has also poked its' eyes out and refuses to watch anymore games this year.

So, what went wrong last night? Let's ask John Lackey.

"Probably threw the ball as good as I've thrown the ball in years."

You don't say? This is pretty similar this comment he made after getting smacked around:

"I threw some of my best stuff all year. They just hit pitches they weren't supposed to."

Just because you didn't think they were supposed to hit those pitches doesn't mean they didn't want to, or weren't supposed to. Lacks has a problem with manning up and saying "I sucked tonight". Sure, everyone has a problem saying that, but if the guy just happens to have his best stuff every time he gets lit up then 2015 is a hell of a long way off. My prediction is he makes some amazing starts the rest of the year to make his numbers look respectable, and then everyone is left to argue about how you have to look at the entire year not just a snapshot. They'll be arguing while I'm gouging my eyes out.

Evil Genius or Incompetent Boob

I'm kidding. Catchy titles sell, and we're all about selling newspapers, er blogs, here people. Anyways, you can't blame that one on Teets. It's much easier to go with the obvious and blame this one on JD, even if nothing was his fault. Well, nothing was his fault except that whole catching a pop fly in foul territory and having no chance of throwing the lone run of the game out at the plate because he was practically in the stands. Oh yes. That. Drop or not to drop? He drops it and then Joyce hit's a HR on the next pitch and Drew is even more of a chooch than we see him as now. I don't stick up for the guy much, but I think you make that catch just about every time. Extra innings and it's tied then yeah, you drop it, but 7th inning up by 1, you catch the stupid thing.

And the see-saw continues to see and saw and see again. 5.5 to 4.5 back to 5.5. Friday night was the height of awesomeness, while Saturday night was the low of lowliness. Friday was spending "quality time" with Heidi, Saturday was getting sh*t faced and mistakenly hooking up with Helga. Sunday? Well, Lackey is on the mound for yet another "most important start of his Sox career", so no pressure Lacks.

As We Inch Closer, These Are the Days...

These are the days of our lives? Not exactly what I was thinking. I was thinking more along the lines of how nice it is to watch the worlds align: The Sox beating the Rays, The Yanks getting taint-slapped by the "other white meat" Sox and that frigging 6 game deficit finally getting chopped down to 4.5. It's fun to watch.

4.5 games is still a big tree to chop down, but with Buchs on the hill tonight and the team hopefully riding high on the mojo that V-mart was letting fly last night that 4.5 games could turn into 3.5 and then, well then it goes from there. The final two games of this series are big. The kind of big that makes me not want to watch the game because I think I'll jinx them by being too nervous in front of the TV. D.O. will sense my fear, he'll tell Remy who will obviously channel the nervous vibes down to the dugout and all of a sudden my phone rings and it's Teets from the dugout telling me to change the channel. I can't deal with that. I need to find something to do today. Sorry teets.

Oh look, something to do. Find more pictures of Clay's girlfriend. Sweet.

Oppurtunity Wasted

Sure, a split isn't the worst thing in the world but with the Yanks and Rays both losing yesterday it would have been nice to bring the Mariners back out to the woodshed twice in one day and make up a little ground here before it's too late. It's little things like that (you know, not beating sh*tty teams) that may just keep this team out of the playoffs. Carpe The Diem here guys. Seize the f*ck out of that diem for Christ sakes. Get the diem. Just get it.

It's almost September. It seems like the whole season The Sox have been 5 1/2 or 6 games back. At the start of August it seemed do-able. 40 games to play, only need 6 games, sure why not? Now it's the end of August and it's still 5 1/2 games. We need sweeps and chokes and some well timed injuries to other teams for a change and maybe that will help this team make it all the way back but even then. 5 1/2 games? F*ck.

A Statue for Bud

In the immoral words of Rocky Balboa, "Now the pigeons will always have a place to sit". We all know the statue should have been made to look like this, or like this. You have to honor the man that brought you the stadium that brought you the sausage race.

Yanks win, Rays win, Damon isn't coming back, what a shitty day and The Sox didn't even play.

I'll Take 10 More of Those Please

Sox win. Yanks lose. More importantly, Lackey shows that he actually belongs on the field and not huddled on the ground of the dugout cleaning up sunflowers and wads of gum while Marco Scutaro rides him like some unruly "buro". Sure, it was only the Mariners, but teams like that with opposing pitches named Doug Fister makes for a must win game for The Sox.

As September comes creeping time is running out for the boys to win a few in a row here and there's only one way to do that: by grabbing Johnny Damon off waivers. That makes no sense at all, I know, but starting Marco Scutaro makes no sense. Bill Hall hitting 20 HRs in a year makes no sense. This team makes no sense! It all makes perfect sense! Bring back the beard!