I know I have been a real slacker this week over on this side of the fence. Oh well.
In the course of my travels, I've come across or been pointed to a couple of interesting little snippets I thought I'd round out the efforts here, such as they are, by pointing you towards.
That last sentence didn't even make sense.
El Guapo's Ghost on Flaherty's retirement (I know it's belated to link this--but it's really not to be missed):
Thankfully, Father F*#k Flaherty will not be playing for the home team at Fenway. It would have pained me to root for that bastard. Ever since he broke up Pedro's no-hitter while playing for Tampa, I've detested Flaherty. My loathing ran even deeper after he got the game winning hit for the MFY in the bottom of the 13th on a hot July day in 2004. I will say one nice thing about Father F*#k Flaherty. He sure knew how to make a few bucks - $16 million in career earnings for a career line of 252/290/377. The lesson here is to teach your kids to catch a baseball while squatting.
Meanwhile, here's a lovely writeup by Chris Snow on Tim Wakefield.
FORT MYERS, Fla. -- Before your eyes, he's a knuckleballer. In the clubhouse, he's a wordsmith. At his small corner lot in Fenway's clubhouse, and his similarly out-of-the-way spot at City of Palms Park, he crosses one leg over the other, props a crossword puzzle atop his knee, and obsesses. In fact, some days Tim Wakefield probably writes more words in a mass-media publication than he speaks to the mass media. Just his nature. So, it came as a surprise yesterday to watch a writer tell the 39-year-old that he made the cover of this year's media guide and watch him genuinely light up, and say, quite uncharacteristically, ''Oh, cool. Sweet."
I really like that Chris Snow.
In Cafardo's piece on the Rocket, there was this delightful little nugget, sure to give anyone as crazy about our "Argyle Rockstar Pitcher" (as Sam calls him) as I am a real shiver:
Clemens has hinted at retirement but he revealed yesterday that he plans on being at Arlington Stadium on Opening Day April 3 for the Red Sox-Rangers game. They happen to be two of the teams trying to persuade him to pitch this season. While there he'll no doubt catch up with old friend Al Nipper, the Sox' pitching coach, and he hopes to meet Boston righthander Jonathan Papelbon, who has drawn comparisons to Clemens.
''I've heard a lot of good things about Papelbon," said Clemens. ''I haven't had a chance to watch him because I've been playing, but I hope to get a good look. I know Nip is excited about him."
Now I'm all squirmy. Go Jonathan!
even the most passionate Yankee haters must have finally relented in the bottom of the ninth inning of Sunday's Japan-U.S. game -- with two out, the score tied 3-3, the bases loaded, our country desperate for a hit, and the reigning American League MVP stepping to the plate. In such moments, love of country finally wins out and overcomes generations of anti-Yankee animosity to bring us all together in a show of patriotic support.
"C'mon, you [expletive], pinstriped turncoat," Americans shouted at their TV screens. "For once -- just once -- in your soulless, empty life, get a hit in the clutch you greedy, insincere, two-faced, overpaid fraud!"