(Forbes.com)
Because the Heir to The Brady was finally born Aug. 21 (wasn't she pregnant for like a year? Curious, that). And on approximately zero sleep after 48 hours without practice and baby-mama drama, Brady Sr. dropped in to Carolina tonight to kick some ass.
The Pats offense now has me grinning like an idiot. There were two stuffed field goal attempts, Vince Wilfork on a run-stuffing, pass-rushing rampage, Rodney Harrison smacking Steve Smith in the mouth, passes threaded through the needle to the new stable of wideouts, and OMG THE PATRIOTS YOU GUYS.
You can read more in-depth analysis about this all-day-long country ass-whupping by the Patriots on He of the Mighty On-Camera F-Bomb (Jake Delhomme) and the sucka-ass MC Panthers over here.
Switching gears to Red Sox news, Joshie appeared not to remember how his arms and legs worked anymore once he took the mound in Chicago this afternoon, walking three--do not attempt to adjust your sets--in the first inning, including walking in a run. He came off the field after that debacle looking completely deadpan, but between innings he was shown screaming GODAMMIT THROW A FUCKING STRIKE at himself in the dugout, before sitting back down and beginning to towel himself off like nothing had happened. It might not have been the Vintage Josh I was jonesing for, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't still find him a delightful enigma as always.
Much to my fury, Jonathan Papelbon was up in the ninth in the first game, but thankfully was set back down as the Red Sox unleashed an unholy torrent of runs, saving our bullpen for the second game which we did, in fact, also win. Earlier today while talking with Iain, I'd predicted another series split, being the natural optimist that I am. He predicted 3-1, and now that the Sox won Curt's game, I'm more inclined to fall in line with that outlook.
Add to all that double-digit offense from the Sox in both games, including two bombs tonight from Papi, the fact that the Pats still haven't even let Randy Moss on the field yet, and the Mariners ahead in the seventh (still no score in a rain-delayed Yankees-Tigers game)... and as Kevin Youkilis might say, it seems to be about time to get shit-tay!
He predicted 3-1, and now that the Sox won Curt's game, I'm more inclined to fall in line with that outlook.
*grins smugly*
Posted by: Iain | August 25, 2007 at 04:45
And the Yankees lose in the 11th after a game that took approximately three days to play.
Salad days, people. Salad days.
Posted by: Amy | August 25, 2007 at 10:03
The title of this entry made me laugh out loud.
I can't be the only person who was freaking out a bit during the first inning in game one, can I? NESN's radar gun was running slow, which is unusual in itself, but the low readings combined with Beckett's wildness made me wonder if he was hurt or something. It wasn't until they showed him yelling at himself in the dugout (hehe) that I figured he had to be fine, and then he started pitching better. Still...don't do that again, Josh!
I actually stayed up for that whole Yankees game. Totally worth the sleep deprivation! 3:30 in the morning and Carlos Guillen launches one and there were still quite a few people there to see it. Can't ask for much more than two Red Sox wins and a Yankees loss in one day. It's like Christmas in August.
Posted by: mouse | August 25, 2007 at 13:25
It seems like Tito has finally gotten to the point where he's giving a slightly shorter rope to guys who aren't performing at peak level--putting Kielty in for JD and using Gagne in a blowout situation rather than a nailbiter. This is kind of reassuring, albeit in an "oh my god I can't believe I still feel like I'm going to get an ulcer when we're up by double digits and there are six weeks of this to go" kind of way.
Posted by: Luna | August 25, 2007 at 14:00
putting Kielty in for JD
I hope it stays that way - Kielty is on fire right now.
Posted by: Iain | August 26, 2007 at 11:55