Moron(s) of the Year: Anyone, and I mean anyone, who found something to complain about involved with Monday's ceremonies.
This means you, WEEI callers, who bitched about everything from the heckler during the moment of silence for Dick Radatz to the absence of Carlton Fisk.
This means you, hosts and callers to my morning show, much though I love you, for even debating the idea of (and, some, disagreeing with) including the former Red Sox in the ceremonies.
This especially goes for you, Hillman Morning Show caller, who actually made the statement that the former Red Sox shouldn't be included "Because they are the losers."
Sir, please do us all a favor and rescind your citizenship in Red Sox Nation.
This goes for you, John Dennis and Gerry Callahan, for bitching about the song. Yeah, it was hokey. Yeah, it was cheesy. Get over it.
This goes for you, Yankees fans who take issue with the fake cheer for Mo Rivera. IT WAS A JOEK!!!11!!!!11!!!!11!!
But this goes double, triple, nay, even quadruple for you, John Kruk, and all who agree with him.
Know what else I think kind of rains on the Sox' day of glory? Discussion in the Evil Empire that the "loser" Yankees are less lovable. Booing Mariano Rivera in Yankee Stadium. The fact that many (but not all) Yankees fans seem to be abandoning ship. That's cheap. That's crap. You don't just pretend you don't care if your team loses, then come back and rub it in everyone's face when they win.
Lest I ruffle too many feathers in Yankeeland, though, I would like to take this opportunity to recognize a stunning passage by Alex Belth (in his new digs at Baseball Toaster, so I'd lost track of him for a while).
Clement looks very much like one of those great line drawings by David Levine. He's got a pointy chin and a wide jaw, and has a certain birdlike quality to him. He reminds me of one of those kids that were a pain in the ass to play pick-up football with as a kid. It's not so much that was hard to tackle because of his speed or weight, but because he's all knees and elbow. Clement also looks very much like a boy, somewhere in the developmental ages between 8-14. He's sporting a goatee, but I get the sense that he doesn't know what his true style is yet. I was talking to Alex Ciepley this evening, and he said that Clement is one of the most uncomfortable players he's ever seen.
Pavano, on the other hand, is a complete load. I keep forgetting how big the guy is. With blunt, dark features, he has a deliberate move to the plate, and a long, bulky motion. I know Bobby Valentine nicknamed him "The Italian Stallion" over the winter, but the only name I can think of when I see Pavano, is "Meat."
Great piece. I, for one, want to hear more from people like Alex inside the Empire.