el tío que juega en la antesala solamente tiene un huevoApparently, Dougie IS actually a stud who hits bombs. 2 games, 2 HRs. You think they snuck some "going deep tonight" incentives into his contract along with all the weight loss incentives? Maybe he's visualizing the ball as one of those nice, tasty chicken parms he's no longer supposed to have and just sending it flying? I don't know, man, but I think we should just enjoy it while it lasts.
You know what I still find wonderful? How when you're watching a game in public, be it at Fenway or just in a bar, (Cask & Flagon, for those keeping track) and Papelbon comes out, everyone gets really quiet and focused. It's a bit like a religious ritual. And when he walked that guy, I swear I could hear everyone in the room hold their breath until he got out of it. Amazing! I think the save stat is bullshit, but that ERA is still a beautifully round 0.00, so all is right with the world.
While watching the Cavernous Maw of Tina Cervasio interview Lowell last night after his own SMASHING homerun we were speculating that she spent the non-aired portion of the interview asking if Lowell was still friends with Loretta, because maybe he knew if Loretta lost her number or something, because he hasn't called since he left and she totally told him she'd wait for him and it's just...she really misses him! Ultimately, we decided the best thing for everyone (and by everyone, we mean "us") would be for the Cavernous Maw to start dating Pedroia because she'd totally call him 'Mark' during their intimate moments.
Speaking of the women of NESN (they should do a calendar!), the question of Amalie Benjamin was recently raised in the comments to kelly's post on Hazel Mae. Amalie actually showed up last night on Extra Innings and she seemed cute enough, but I'm not sure she's even old enough to buy beer. She's got adorable little hipster glasses, though, so there's that. Still, I doubt it's enough to distract kelly from Hazel Mae's um, sweaters.
Moving to today's game (which will leave us nothing to talk about tomorrow, but what the hell), have Kelly's 3 Deep Observations on watching the first 4 innings at the "office" across the street from her office:
1. First inning, second out. Tavarez gets to cover first base, which we all know is his favorite thing in the WHOLE WORLD [Katie's note: And MINE TOO!]. After tagging the bag, he does a weird motion that I thought was a fist pump, but I think he was actually cowering away from the runner. Or he has an upset stomach.
2. Third inning, first out. Ground ball hit between first and second base, and as the camera pans toward Pedroia making the scoop, you can see Tavarez RACING toward the bag, you know, just in case Hinske suffers a brain seizure and he needs someone to cover.
3. With the Manny New Yorker article shedding new light for me on just how long he and Julian have been friends (they came up together in Cleveland, apparently), I wondered if he might play harder when his best buddy was starting. But after that ball-burping-out-of-his-glove business in the bottom of the third, I ... guess not? But as cspan is hopefully getting printed on t-shirts any day now, Manny knows it's not July.
Really, I should have just let kelly write this post, since I also made her get me the Spanish for the subject line. Which, by the way, did you know that there's a English-to-Spanish baseball term dictionary on the Baseball Hall of Fame website? Remarkable!
And finally, if you have not yet read the aforementioned New Yorker article, you should definitely get right to it and then share your favorite Manny-ism with the world (read: "us", yet again). It has some fascinating tidbits-- I think my favorite was the bit about the "Prohibit City"-- so cute!
ETA: kelly says, in retrospect, take back what i said about manny. Indeed.