Her caption: Who's ready to cook up some World Series mojo?
A few more random observations:
1. I really almost can't stomach the pain going on with Cleveland. It is only the rabid intensity of my Sox fandom that keeps me from totally regretting what we did to them. Seeing Victor Martinez in tears in the dugout...and then the story of the lone fan who greeted the players at the airport... I can relate to what they're going through. I know more about what it's like to be them, actually, than what to do in our position right now. My heart goes out to them.
2. In lieu of the above, I would like to punch the editor who decided to run this article in the Cleveland Plain Dealer today, squaaa in the grundle. As Red put it, "I can honestly say that if someone at the Globe pulled this shyte after the 2003 ALCS, their offices would have been hit with an unexpected missile strike."
3. There's been a backlash against Simmons, and I have to admit I stopped reading him a while ago when his column began to be more free-floating misogyny and movie references than real Boston sports talk, but he's brought it old school in his column about the Sox and the ALCS. Choice excerpt:
For the most part, it's an unflappable team. That's why so many Sox fans thought they might be done during Game 4 (including me): Suddenly, the collective fire was gone, everyone looked tight and it was unclear why this was happening or what needed to take place to break out of it. The baseball playoffs are made up of momentum swings, and for whatever reason, everything had swung away from the Red Sox.
When Cleveland had a chance to clinch at home, Beckett laid the smack down in Game 5. In my lifetime, the most clutch Boston pitching performance was Schilling's bloody sock game in the 2004 ALCS. Second was an injured Pedro coming out of the bullpen in Game 5 of the '99 Indians-Sox series. Third was Derek Lowe throwing a one-hitter for six innings ON TWO DAYS REST to topple the Yankees in Game 7 of 2004. And the fourth? Beckett slamming the door in Game 5. He held off a pennant celebration, swung the momentum of the series and threw his hat into the ring for Team Simmons' "What should we name our son?" sweepstakes. (You have to admit, Beckett Simmons has a nice ring to it.) Baseball is the only sport where a single person can shut up 55,000 people for an extended period of time and eventually break their will. This was one of those times. Just a virtuoso performance.
The comments from his readers are also worth the price of admission--too many good ones to excerpt there.
4. Tom Brady is doing his damndest to distract me from my feverish baseball obsession, and oftentimes lately he's succeeding, like this past Sunday, when he threw 6 touchdown passes and also had to come in and clean up Matt Cassell's mess after being pulled due to excessive asskickery. (Anybody who wants to argue "it's the system" can now officially kiss my butt.)
And then, when I saw the footage from his press conference on SportsDesk last night, I think I swallowed my own tongue:
Excuse me, sir, do you have a permit for that suit?
I have to say I am in general agreement with him dating Gisele Bundchen right now, if only because she has the connections to get him dressed to the absolute nines like that. Making my life during Sunday night press conferences just that much brighter.