that thing that just happened to half-caf's foot? bird's faultToday it's a bit of "Papelbon On..."
First, On Papi:
"To have that guy on your team," said closer Jonathan Papelbon, "and to be able to take those pressure situations off everybody else on the team, put it on his back, and take care of the ball club like he does is pretty amazing. He's going to be the guy that we're leaning on a lot. But he's the type of guy that accepts that role and enjoys it."
And, On The Bus Driver:
Papelbon’s ERA is 0.51. Tavarez' stands at 5.17. The closer hears the treatment Tavarez gets from the fans.
"As players we don't pay any attention to that," Papelbon said.
What's really special about this one is that just a few paragraphs earlier, Tavarez said, "Any player that says he doesn't hear (the booing) lies,". Good times. Also, worth reading because the man sounds just about as bitter as the guy who forced everyone off the B line today in the 103 degree heat just because he could. At least the T driver isn't making a million dollars to suck.
The only thing I really need to get me through the day is an article every day about how Timlin is the zen master of the baby bullpen.
"(Timlin) is an awesome guy to talk to, an easy guy to talk to, and he gives me a lot of advice."
Not a lot of Pap, but the MDC gives new meaning to the word man-crush when he's talking about Timlin. Oh! And they call Schill "elderly." I can only hope he reads this and writes an angry letter to The Patriot Ledger from the Coot in the Car. Elderly! Heh.
I feel it's REALLY important to note that you may not know it, but I am TERRIFIED of birds. Like, full-on, raging phobia. The only thing I am more afraid of is Elijah Wood's eyes (they will eat your soul, trust me). So to see this crow strutting around Fenway tonight (and there was one point where Rem-Dawg was completely distracted by it and they showed more of the bird than they did of the inning) IS NOT OKAY.
Clearly, the bird is the problem. That bird is a bad, soulless omen of doom and SOMEONE SHOULD GET IT OFF THE FIELD NOW. Ahem. Really. No birds. Ever.
In conclusion, I can't talk about that thing. With the knee. And the sur--. Well, you know. I just CAN'T.