from the land down underI'm on this Australian teleconference and I keep drifting off to check the score or daydream about Josh Beckett and interestingly enough there hasn't yet been a moment when the awkward silence that follows a question directed to me can be filled with "Coco just hit a sweet homer" or "even Beckett's goatee is starting to grow on me!" Stupid teleconference...
Dudes, Beckett! I'm telling you he's even more appealing when I don't have to go look at DMB lyrics after his badass victory. Um... I loved the conversation between TC and Eck (who we'll discuss in detail in a moment) last night where TC was all overenthusiastic fangirl about how Beckett was "dominant" and Eck gave a more realistic summation of Beckett's so-so performance and yet still managed to see MORE impressed. And I guess that makes sense-- it's perhaps a greater feat to seem to dominate even when you're not bringing your best stuff than it is to actually dominate. He's just so confident these days. I love it!
Also on the list of things I love so much I'll stay up too late for them: Eck. Oh thank god he's come back to me! I mean, he may have been back for awhile, but I haven't had the opportunity to watch the post-game since the dangerously unpleasant days of Macha. The Eck was a site for sore eyes even though I'm pretty sure he repeated himself verbatim at least three times in the first ten minutes. Possibly because he did that. I practically leapt off the couch when I saw that glorious mullet and the beautiful apricot tie.
Katie: OMG, ECK!
CSPAN: Is it just me or is there more salt in that salt-and-pepper mustache?
Katie: I think you're right. In the mullet, too.
CSPAN: What's he been doing-- looking into the mouth of hell?
Katie: Pretty sure that's what Eck does every Saturday. Get up, have some breakfast, pick out a pastel tie, glare into the mouth of hell, call mom, comb the mullet...etc.
It was a good night for NESN personnel all around, really. The return of the Eck (yes, that is set to Mark Morrison's "Return of the Mack" and no, I don't feel bad for getting that in your heads), the Cavernous Maw having one of the worst hair days in recent memory, and, of course, the semi-requisite Remy and DonO hysterics. I have to give them this one, though, that drunk guy was hi-LAR-ious. Dancing around in that Papelbon jersey, beer proudly waving-- that's pretty much who kelly is on the inside at all times. We're definitely adopting him as our unofficial mascot. Brilliant display-- it's too bad they'd all ready given the fan of the game award before the rain delay.
All right, my call's over, the score is 7-0 in the 2nd, and I'm willing to pretend Lugo isn't playing until he forces me to do otherwise, so I think it's time to take this can't-believe-I-live-in-a-world-where-I'm-psyched-for-Tavarez's-starts show on the road. I hope he demonstrates his bowling/skee ball ability again!