"No. He didn't tell me he was going to pitch like shit."
--Terry Francona, to reporters following yesterday's disastrous outing by David Wells
And the Orioles are beginning to move from "pesky" to "scary", as they pull away two games in the AL East. The human being in me finds a certain joy in this, as being a Red Sox fan has ingrained in me the nobility of rooting for the underdog. The AL East, including last year, has finished in the same order for most of the past decade. The human being in me understands, and thinks it right.
The Red Sox fan in me, however, has something entirely different to say about the fact that the Orioles are in first place. And that something is, in a nutshell, "What the fuck?!?!?"
The only real, unequivocal joy I can take in any of the news coming out of last night is in the person of Terry Francona, who last year I cautiously liked, and this year I find such a joy I can't even really describe it. His wary forays into snarkiness last year tended to make me giggle, but this year's full-on sarcasm is truly inspired.
Last year, Francona was, at times, visibly nervous as he negotiated press interviews. This year? You can all but hear him saying, "Kiss my ass, motherfucker. I just won the World Series. Now where my bitches at?"
It's a beautiful thing.