At least, it's been the perfect storm for a girl who writes a blog about the Patriots and Red Sox.
Apparently, it all started with this:
MINNEAPOLIS -- Kevin Millar knows what you're thinking. You're thinking about the home runs, the four that he's hit, the team-high 142 at-bats he's gone without one, the 43 he connected for in the preceding two seasons, and the sudden, precipitous decline. He's just not thinking the same thing. Instead, he's got an analogy.
''It's just like Tom Brady," Millar said last night. ''If you had a fantasy football draft, he'd be your eighth, ninth, 10th quarterback picked. You'd want to take [Daunte] Culpepper, and you'll finish in third place. You want to take [Michael] Vick and Peyton Manning and all these guys.
''I may not hit a home run the rest of this year and we might win the World Series. And I'm a part of this team. Somehow, somewhere, I bring something." (Chris Snow, Globe)
As well as, I have heard, a lost bet with Theo Epstein.
Which led to this:
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Not everyone's happy about it. Randy at Over the Monster says, "He just jinxed the Patriots. Thanks, Jerk."
I commented that the Patriots are pretty much un-jinxable, and got some agreement from the rest of the peanut gallery.
Fellow commenter Phil pointed to more of the scuttlebutt on the story.
Others pointed out, probably rightly, that "Millar should worry about his swing, not his comedy routine," but I personally think the moral of the story is that seeing Millar in the same uniform simply highlights the marvel of genetic engineering that is Tom Brady.
Don't quit your day job, Millar.
You will notice I am posting about this as opposed to anything about last night's game, which I kind of don't want to talk about, because even though it was a win, I feel extreme ennui about it. As Denton put it,
I know, a win is a win. But is it necessary to raise our blood pressure to dangerous levels, cause corrosive acid to flood our guts, and make our eyes bleed?
In general, I feel that the Red Sox are assholes for blowing a 7-2 lead, and that coming back to pull out the win was the least they could do, dammit. How's that for post-WS entitlement?
Anyway, Sarah:Renteria::Beth:Foulke, so you should probably read her take on last night:
So when Renteria drove the game-winning hit down the third base line last night, bringing in Bill Mueller from second, I was like a proud fucking papa, like that basehit was a baby in a bassinet that I could point at through nursery glass and say "See? Look how cool it is!" I loved watching everyone mob Edgar out on the field - it looked like his teammates were pulling for him as much as I always am. Edgar made two horrible errors that could have cost the game, but instead of melting into a quivering puddle of self-hating jelly he kept his shit together and continued to try. And that's pretty fucking cool to me. I don't care what anyone else says.