Per Sam's comment on my previous Beckett post, yes. Yes, I am obsessed. Sam has asked (semi-)facetiously in the past if I plan to relaunch my blog as Beckett-blog, a la papel-blog (though the title would not be nearly so clever). Lately, I know this blog is looking more and more like it's moving in that direction.
But once again, the news I'm picking up on when it comes to the Sox and spring training is Beckett-centric. And it's the worst kind of Beckett-related news: injury.
He threw six warmup pitches on Saturday, apparently slipped on the mound (I want all groundskeepers who came into contact with that mound terminated immediately, with extreme prejudice) and suffered back spasms. He was scratched from his start and is now 'iffy' for Japan.
First of all: AUGH.
However, my mother has a conspiracy theory that I at least find comforting to contemplate: that the injury is of the million-dollar variety, designed to get Josh a reprieve from traveling to Japan. She notes the quickness of the "Japan / scratch" announcement following the slippage / spasms, along with the just-as-hastily-offered "he's looking way better than we expected" reassurances from Tito yesterday, as evidence of this.
Like I said, that's more comforting to contemplate than the prospect of a for-real sidelining, but I'm also going to have to expand my previous demands regarding lead and bubble-wrap lined storage containers for Jonathan Papelbon to include all pitchers on the Sox roster.
In the meantime, I hope to have something *not* purely focused on His Texasness for this blog soon, but I was thwarted in attempts to produce such content yesterday, when I spent four hours on the "Pretty Good Year" essay and got all the way through Game 6 of the ALCS before my computer ate the damn file. And I proceeded to throw a tantrum worthy of No. 19, which probably contributed to having him on the brain (even more than usual) today.
I'll be making my second attempt at it tonight. In between researching voodoo incantations that promote healing of the back muscles.