more fun than a mean game of scrabbleOne thing about being eliminated from play-off contention is that you could be absolutely sure which game would be the last game the Red Sox would play in 2006. And the PM and I decided that we'd like to go, so we bought some bleacher seats from a guy on Craigslist for less face, and we waited out the three and a half hour rain delay under the grandstand, and right before the ushers came out, we slipped down to a pair of wet but empty seats six rows behind home plate.
So, not a bad way to watch five innings of baseball in October. I guess there's a metaphor there about the season and the called game and what have you, but I'm just glad we saw Trot's tip of the cap at his first at-bat, and, in lieu of one last home run from Big Papi, homers from Lowell, Loretta and Hinske, and
On the T on the way home, even the stumbling, bumbling, shouting and grunting suburbanites who would have had me homicidal with rage a couple months ago just made me feel nostalgic. So when do pitchers and catchers report again?
Returning once again to the mission statement, some Papelnews:
Theo pretty much definitively says that Papelbon will start next year
And if that's what it takes to baby that shoulder, I'm all for it. If he needs to eat babies to keep the shoulder in shape, that's fine too. My first-born, you say? Let me just wrap it up for him, I'll send it over.
Papelbon threw to live batters on Sunday
My favorite part is that one of his live batters was Ken Huckaby. "Uh, Ken, there's not a snowball's chance in hell that we're letting you anywhere near the plate during a game, but you wanna try and hit off Papelbon in an imaginary inning? Sound good?" Paps also promises that next year is going to be "no-holds-barred." Someone hand me my smelling salts.
Jeremy wins the Papelbon Papel-Bet
And he won by twelve hundredths of a point! The consensus seems to be that they were little twin badasses A this year, and I am fine with having the loser in our farm system, with his whopping 1.86 ERA.