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--Apparently, Coco Crisp does not like it when I call him "Coca-Cola." Nor does he seem to appreciate "Cocamunga" or even "Copacabana." I'll keep experimenting with the nicknames, though, to see if there's any that prompt him to hit.
--Gonzo didn't like it, either, when I told him that some
Yankees fans people have taken to calling him "Bathroom Break". Unlike Coco, however, he expressed his displeasure with a double down the line that had the added benefit of making Alex Rodriguez look like an idiot. Again.
--Somewhere, if he was awake for it, my dad was vindicated by Gonzo's go-ahead hit.
--I officially take back all the unkind things I said to and about Jason Varitek at the beginning of this game. But I have to say that the homer totally surprised me, to the point where I yelled "Holy shit you've gotta be kidding me!" about four times as Tek rounded the bases. And on this road trip, the Sox offense has collectively hit .190 with runners in scoring position. So I don't take back the unkind things I've said about them in general.
--I KNOW LET'S HIT YOUKILIS IN THE ARM AGAIN. THAT'S A GREAT FREAKIN' IDEA THANKS GUYS.
--So when I was six years old we had this cat named Pumpkin. Pumpkin was a terrible cat. He was a tomcat who had probably lived in alleys before being given to the pound, where we adopted him. I loved him and he tolerated me, but he saw my younger sister as prey. One day after he scratched her eyelid, my mother decided enough was enough and gave the cat back to the pound. Even at six, I knew what they did to animals at the pound if they weren't adopted, and I knew Pumpkin had a couple strikes on him already, what with being a vicious cat who liked to pounce on little girls, but I loved that freakin' cat and I was totally, dramatically devastated when he went back, so much so that I would sometimes actually imagine I heard him behind me after he was gone (he had a distinctive little yowl). Tonight, in a dugout shot, just out of the corner of my eye, I thought one of the guys (not sure who) was Buelly. Apparently hysterical hallucinations are just my way of processing grief.
--I can't get over Alex Belth's nickname for David Ortiz, "Cookie." I kept thinking of that every time he came up to bat tonight. It's just so funny.
--Jaret Wright reminds me, appearance-wise, of Roger Clemens. He's like a younger version of the old Roger, if that makes any sense. He has the same blocky shape.
--Wish they'd saved some of those runs for the double-header.
--Ahh, but that sixth inning from Curt? Beautiful.
--Some notes on the polls: as far as the readers of this blog go, Tuesday night's game was a mixed bag of agonies, with almost equal votes for Manny's gaffe, Cabrera's catch, wasting a start by Pauley, etc. But Monday night's game poll had two most popular answers: worrying about Josh Beckett, and, interestingly enough, "the fact that once they stopped scoring and we started scoring, I actually thought they might come back." What an odd testament that is to the psychology of a Sox fan--split between the tendency to catastrophize on the one hand and the tendency to irrationally hope.
--What in the name of hell is so funny in that NESN commercial between Hazel Mae and Adam Stern? Can anybody tell me? Anybody?!?!
--Anyway, it isn't quite the cloning process we're all hoping for, but for now it'll have to do, eh?
--How about this. How about we somehow get Boston fans to stop chanting "Yankees suck" at, say, hospitals and church services, if Yankees fans will stop chanting "Papi sucks"? We get it, it's obnoxious. Uncle.
--Other than that, as Remy and Orsillo have frequently noted, the Stadium sounded like the Rogers Center tonight, all echoey and quiet. What gives? "Maybe these teams have just seen enough of each other," was Orsillo's assessment. I can agree with that, at least mostly. When we were reminded that the Yanks and Sox would next face each other in August, my response, out loud, was "Thank God." I just need a little breather from the stress, is all. And if anyone wants to give me a lecture about how playing the Yankees is no different from any other team, well, I think you all know where I think they can stuff that lecture. Playing the Yankees has been clinically proven to be three to five times more stressful for Red Sox fans than a game against the other leading major league teams. You could look it up.
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