the execution of all thingsWhile watching Papelbon earn his American League leading 27th save last night, I realized that it seemed like it had been about sixteen years since I've watched him come into the game in a close situation and rule the fucking school. Turns out it had been eight days, which is either just barely a week (and therefore not really that long at all) or forever, depending on whether or not you are a crazy person. Still, I'm just saying, during these dark times, when I find myself jubilant that the team managed to snatch victory out of the toothless jaws of the Kansas City Royals, I need Papelbon on that mound. I need it.
(1) Me to the PM: "Dougie went deep tonight!"
(2) I only had one eye on the television screen during Trot's at-bat in the eighth, so I initially thought that he'd walked, not struck out, because Papi was stealing that base with all the determination of an advanced runner. I loved the look on his face when he got up, the one that said, "Yeah, that only worked because you didn't believe I'd try it" and almost as much, I loved Manny and Youk's insane hand-waving celebration from the dugout.
(3) After the last out, Papelbon and Mirabelli went out for the handshake, and Papelbon repeatedly pointed at him as though to say, "No, this one was all you." N'aww.
(4) Is there such thing as an anti-voodoo doll? Maybe an positive visualization acupuncture doll? Don't laugh, if I thought there was such a thing, I'd be crafting one in the likeness of Tim Wakefield, and sticking its back up like a pin cushion.