Too Good to Leave Buried
Don't be That Guy: keep your Sox on over the All Star break
So, the bullpen Foulke'd it up again, and Schilling went all Dick Cheney on Manny, seemingly. Ah, winning. Even when you lose one, when you've been winning, it's much easier to have a certain sang-froid about little moments like these. It sorta feels comfortable, in a way, like a little creak in the floorboards; it may not be exactly what you want, but, what the hell, it's home.
The best thing about being a Red Sox fan sometimes is other Red Sox fans. It's the truth.
The writer laureate of Red Sox fans, Stephen King (and despite accusations thrown my way on Chuck that I am a "Philistine" for liking his work, I can't wait to read his nonfiction book about being a Sox fan, due out sometime early next year), made a great point in an interview shown on NESN yesterday about Tim Wakefield. King pointed out that Wakefield bridges the gap between Red Sox tradition and the present-day club.
"He connects players like Kevin Millar and Pokey Reese to someone like Roger Clemens, who was still playing for the Red Sox when Wakefield was here," King said. "Timmy Wakefield goes back before the Monster Seats, before the seats on the right-field roof, before the Yawkey Way improvements, before Grady Little, Terry Francona, and the current ownership group. That's what makes him special."
Have I mentioned I can't wait for his Sox book? If there's even one other insight like that in it, it'll be worth the price of admission.
Speaking of Red Sox books, I've been reading the autographed copy of The Rem-Dawg's new book I received for my birthday last week. The book is a truly informative guide to watching a game, and has information for just about everyone. Bill James would probably find it elementary, but if you're an average or intermediate fan, it'll fill in a few interesting tidbits for you. For example, I finally learned what exactly the "Mendoza Line" is and that it doesn't refer to Ramiro Mendoza. (Call me a dumbass if you want for not knowing this, but you and I both know there's something you've always pretended to understand and never really understood about baseball, so stuff it.)
The other great thing about the Rem-Dawg's book is that you can hear him saying everything that's written there with his squinty-eyed grin. I love the Rem-Dawg's pleasant attitude--he always seems laid-back and happy without appearing dumb, which makes him ideal as a Sox analyst. So when he includes a sidebar about how a patch of tomatoes was once planted in the Sox bullpen to help alleviate boredom for the relief pitching staff, it's a delightful non sequitur only he could make work.
It's a unique little book, and if you're looking for a Sox fix over the All-Star break, I'd recommend it.
Update: Two new links on the left field wall, there...the first is the Rem-Dawg's Sports Page, which includes a Jason Varitek Mailbag, a Sox fan in NYC column and a column called "Scrapbook of the Season", which doesn't really get a lot of play in Sox blog circles (at least not my Sox blog cirlce), but is densely, richly, elegantly written in the manner of Roger Angell. This in turn led me to the "Scrapbook" author's website, BartlettPark.com, and now we're really talking about buried treasure. The strangely named Big Lazy Abe's article on "That Guy" is best consumed just like a Fenway Frank: with relish.
So read those sites while the All-Star break leaves you with a little free time. You can thank me later.