back, ready, rested
Yeah, we stopped posting again, and I could come up with a catchy excuse about why, but who cares? These are the times that
try men's souls try a Papelblogger's liver. The Red Sox are engaged in a three-game set to determine who will emerge in first place in the AL East, and I can't spend the duration of the series making jokes about Derek Jeter's sexual orientation in order to cope. And judging from what went down in Foxboro on Sunday, football is not going to be the stress-reducing distraction from the pennant race that it has been in previous years.
Thoughts on last night's staring contest with the Rays:
[x] Jon Lester, let me know what you'd like to name my first-born.
[x] I love the re-animated corpse of Coco Crisp! But where did he come from? I credit the haircut.
[x] Jason Bay, your face is made of plastic, but sometimes you hit towering home runs. I don't think there's any need to try and resort to white guy dreads, I think we can make this work.
[x] Papelbon grabbing the mic from K.Tap to say, "Cinco Ocho, he don't know how he do, he just do," during his post-game interview officially has me slightly more worried than usual about his mental state. But as long as he keeps that K/9 and K/BB in double digits, he can do whatever he wants, I suppose. But when is Cinco Ocho going to demand his own locker? It seems inevitable.
[x] Rumor has it Derek Jeter's had a bottle of Champagne on ice in his locker since he heard about ARod's divor-- okay, okay, I know, we're playing the Rays for first place, I know, I just can't help it! Old habits die hard.
Seriously, this time we're back for good. If you can't tune in to see if Dustin Pedroia will win the batting title, what can you tune in for?