What’s Wrong with the Sox?
7.7.04: What is wrong with
these Sox? Well, after tonight’s big win over their wild card rivals
from Oakland, most people would say nothing. But don’t let that 11-0
score fool you, this is the same team that lost two of three in
Atlanta to the dismal Braves and we all know what happened in Yankee
Stadium last weekend. We have a problem. However, maybe the bigger
problem is, no one seems to know what is going wrong.
"There's no alternative but to show up
[tonight] and try a little harder and hustle a little more and work
a little harder," Bob Hohler quoted Sox manager Terry Francona as
saying in Tuesday’s Boston Globe. "That's all we can do right now.
We can talk about how frustrated we are, but we've got to play
better, we've got to pitch better, we've got to manage better, we've
got to coach better. We've got to do everything better."
Some of people have simple solutions. My
mother thought they just have to try a little bit harder. Other
local members of Red Sox Nation underlined the power of positive
thinking. Right.
Jerry Remy put his Wally the Beanbag Buddy on his head, literally,
hoping this rally cap-esqe move would work. And though it certainly
worked last night, I wouldn’t want Wally to be stuck upside down the
rest of the season. So let’s try to figure out just what’s been
wrong with the Sox lately.
Maybe it is all these contracts coming
up. If a short lifetime of watching sports has taught me anything,
it’s that an athletes mind is a very fragile thing. Usually, players
respond very well in contract years, having career years in the
interest of cashing in next off-season. Perhaps the pressure of
proving their worth is proving too much for Trot, Nomar, Varitek,
Lowe and Pedro? Then again, Nomar and Trot just got back, so we
can’t really judge their play and ‘Tek is playing solid baseball.
Pedro is Pedro is Pedro. So maybe the contract year pressure is
getting to D-Lowe, but that really doesn’t explain this team’s play
lately.
Maybe they just aren’t that good? Yeah,
and maybe this team doesn’t have a payroll over $125 Million…
Maybe Bill James is not the second
coming. Could Theo be wrong?
Just tonight, Eric Byrnes’ speed saved a
whole run all by itself in the third inning. Sure, it wouldn’t
really matter for the A’s, but the score was only 3-0 at that point:
good thing it didn’t get any worse. Manny smashed a liner to left
that Byrnes dashed after and snagged. A few pitches later, Nomar
rifled a ball down the third baseline, a surefire double. Byrnes to
the rescue again: the speedy fielder scooped up the ball and pegged
it into the infield, holding Nomar at first. If that isn’t Byrnes
patrolling beneath the Green Monster, Manny scores easily from
second on Nomar’s hit. However, thanks to Byrnes’ speed, Nomar was
stuck on first with one out and the inning fizzled. Now I do not
want Byrnes on my team, we all remember the California Cry Baby and
his antics in the ALDS last year, but maybe that traditional scout
category, not favored by OPS-ites, speed, is important in this game.
It sure looked mighty handy in the 3rd inning.
Maybe it is Manny’s defense… nope. This
guy has been stupendous in left field this year, playing defense as
though he enjoys it. At least now, he understands that it is very
necessary.
Maybe the Sox cannot win because they do
not bunt, because they do not play old-fashioned baseball. See, you
think that might work, like it does in little league, and then you
see Johnny Damon square around in the fourth inning with men on
first and second, in the midst of a 2-for-2 day against Barry Zito
and try it. Damon’s bunt went flying, luckily foul and out of
catcher Damian Miller’s reach. Yeah, let’s stick to swinging the
stick, boys.
You know, there is another explanation.
What’s really bringing down this Sox team, a team that is in fine
position to challenge for
the Wild Card and really isn’t dead in
the division race either, are the dire, pessimistic, the
sky-is-falling fans, who can’t even enjoy a nice big win over the
A’s in early July. Yeah, I guess that’s a possibility. A remote one
at best though.
-- JJ Feigenbaum (still only 17)
Behind Enemy Lines
7.3.05: I love New York City more
than Boston. My reasons for that are many, but they have nothing to
do with baseball. When it comes to that, I will never ever forget
that I hung up a poster of the Impossible Dream team on my wall IN
THE 1980s (I'm 30 now). I will never forget that I chucked into the
trash my tape of Game Six. I will never forget that I caught an 8-4
Clemens victory over the Angels with a Rich Gedman grand slam when I
made my way out to Anaheim at age 13 in 1986. I will never forget
The Most Incredible Pitching Performance In History (Pedro from the
bullpen vs. the Indians) and I will never forget that Aaron Boone's
home run felt so inevitable.
And, though it was a regular mid-season matchup ... that the Sox
couldn't hold on following Manny's shot the other night.
But I do know this ... Yankee fans love
the Red Sox. How could they have this much fun without them ... and
I think, how could we?
Despite all this, and despite the
another-heartbreaking-loss against the Bravos, I honestly believe
this and I don't care if they shatter my dreams (that's almost all
the fun): The Boston Red Sox will win the World Series in 2004.
In a world such as we have, we Red Sox
fans are a lucky breed. I was talking with a Yankee fan outside a
party on 24th Street tonight ... he actually
admitted that he hates the Red Sox more than he loves the Yankees.
What kind of disturbed, negative attitude is this? Yes, I've
been tempted and heard plenty from those (usually Mets) fans who
hate the Yanks more than their own team, but what the hell is the
point of an attitude like that?
All I'm saying is, it's a game. Let's
not make the players so freaked out they can't play. Oh, and, adieu
Nomar, you prodigal son. -- Jay Campbell
On Being a Sox fan in New York City
6.01.04: I’m a Boston boy. I was born at
Mass General Hospital, have always lived within a five mile radius
of Fenway Park. I’ve skipped school for the Patriots’ super bowl
parade (twice), hung out near Fenway on a game night, even if I had
no tickets, so as to not go through Sox withdrawal. All I know is
Boston, and all I want to know is Boston.
Just this past fall, I went off to
college in New York City. I was no longer living within a five mile
radius of Fenway, I couldn’t skip school to revel in my team’s
victories. Not to mention, this all happened right in the midst of
the 2003 Sox season. Sitting down at the TV in my dorm’s lounge and
turning on Fox, I was joined by a couple friends and people from my
hall. The Sox game was on. Now, back home, the Sox game was a sacred
ritual, taking precedence over any other event, news, or
distraction. My brother, father, and I would sit down in front of
our antiquated TV, crack open a six of Sam, and take in every word
the Rem-dog would say. We would keep the chatter for the
commercials. There was an eleventh commandment in our household that
explicitly stated, “Thou shalt not speak whilst the Sox game taketh
place.”
Anyway, so there I was, in New York
watching the sox game with a bunch of kids I just met. I sat down
and focused according to the eleventh commandment, just as I had
always done. It became apparent, however, that the kids I was with
were not informed that there was an eleventh commandment, and
therefore, out of the altruistic and benevolence of my own heart, I
thought it my duty to inform them. “Shut the %#@! up! The game is
on!” I turned back to the glowing screen. These kids were from
Kansas, California, Indiana, and worst of all New York. They were
all shocked. They couldn’t understand my intensity for the game. I
thought it normal to say the things I said, after all, that was the
way it was always done. This is something bred into true Sox fans:
undying, unfaltering, immovable intensity. I would point out stats,
give my own perspective after every pitch, make the managerial
decisions, play GM. I wanted to watch the Sox, they just wanted to
watch T.V.
I found this especially true for New
York baseball fans. That is not to say every Yankee fan is an idiot,
but I’ve found that most are. Of the five kids I was watching the
game with none could name the more than one person in the rotation,
and together could put together only 2/5 of it, but seemed very
familiar with the four digits 1-9-1-8. None of them knew any sort of
history of the game, but they could say with distinction that Jeter
is so much better than Nomar. I take my baseball very seriously, and
this pissed me off. I couldn’t keep my cool, and then launched into
a tirade of statistics and history. Knowing their baseball knowledge
was overmatched, they replied, “1918 man, that’s all I gotta say.”
This kind of arrogance and baseless
banter I’ve encountered by the Yankee fans have only made my Red Sox
conviction stronger. Yeah, when the Sox lost in the ALCS I picked a
fight with any Yankee fan in sight, I threw and took a couple blows,
and spent the night asking myself and my friends back home, “What
the fuck just happened.” Being in New York for the 2003 season was
difficult, but taught me that if I could live through that, I could
probably live through anything.
I’m glad to be home for the summer in
Boston, going into debt buying Sox tickets, kicking back a couple
Sams and obeying the eleventh commandment.
Mikey G.
To: Gene Orza
12.18.03:
Subject: Ever Hear of Opportunity Cost? Marginal Utility? Basic
MicroEconomics? Let the player make the call.
Who are you to say what value is to a particular player? It is up to
the individual player to determine what is of value, i.e.
utility/satisfaction to him. If you are going to argue value you
should brush up on basic Economic Principles. Not everything can be
translated into a universal dollar value, marginal utility is a
major factor. This factor is unique to each individual. Have you
ever heard of opportunity cost or marginal utility? Probably not,
I'll give you a quick review:
Opportunity Cost is the amount of other
products that must be forgone or sacrificed to produce a unit of a
product. Let's say a certain player would like to restructure a
contract and forgo monetary or non-monetary benefits/compensation to
play for a competitive ball club... this player obviously values the
opportunity to win more than the maintaining the structure of the
current contract. Therefore, this player's opportunity cost is
whatever he is willing to forgo to play on a competitive team (which
is equal or greater value).
Marginal Utility is the extra utility a
consumer obtains from the
consumption of one additional unit of a resource; equal to the
change in total utility divided by the change in the quantity
consumed. Let's say, a certain player's current contract has great
monetary benefit but very little marginal utility. If the marginal
utility of the contract is low, then the value would also be low.
This contract is not good for the player, and most likely not good
for the organization that holds that contract.
PLEASE NOTE*** "In any specific time period, each buyer of a product
will derive less satisfaction (or benefit, or utility) from each
successive unit of the product consumed. That is, consumption is
subject to diminishing marginal utility. And because successive
units of a particular product yield less and less marginal utility,
consumers will buy additional units only if the price of those units
is progressively reduced." - Economics, McConnell & Brue 15th
edition 2002
Money shouldn't be the end all when restructuring the contract,
marginal utility holds more value than the dollar. If the player
doesn't have satisfaction with the current contract, then it should
be restructured until he is satisfied... then there is value.
- mcpilgrim
Will ANYONE Defend
Nomar
I've lived in Massachusetts for my
entire life. I actually grew up directly across the street from the
pond into which Ruth supposedly tossed that piano, a 5 minute walk
from his Sudbury farmhouse. I'm not one of these B.U. students from
Iowa or Oregon who pretend to be rabid about the Sox for a couple
years of college, then forget about it. I get insanely angry over a
player's 6 game slump even when it comes after a 15 game hot streak,
will instantly forget consistent performance after 1 costly at-bat
or misplaced pitch, just let every other member of this deranged
lot. And yet, sometimes even I can't figure Sox fans out.
Nomar deserves better than this, and
everyone can feel free to smirk at the earnestness of that
statement, made on behalf of someone I've never met. This isn't
Manny Ramirez we're talking about here. This isn't Manny's far more
presentable, far more lucid, far more advertizer friendly, but
otherwise spiritual twin Alex Rodriguez we're talking about here.
This is Nomar Garciaparra, a guy who's been in Sox uniform for his
entire career, a guy who always played like he actually gave a damn
about the city and the team when surrounded by guys who were the
polar opposite of that--the Lansing's, the Bichette's, the
Everett's, and about half a million other guys in that
category--guys who after every season was over gave the fans the
proverbial finger with their disinterest and disdain while Nomar
literally thanked the fans.
Nomar's not a media guy. As far as I can
tell, that's pretty much the only reason I can see why so many
people are ready to see him shove off, or, perhaps more accurately,
be shoved off. For a fanbase that claims to be baseball savvy,
cerebral even, we must a pretty stupid in that case. On the one
hand, we complain about the negativity and personal agenda of
Dan-bleeping-Shaughnessy and countless other print, radio, and TV
guys, and yet, the fact that many athletes don't like some or all of
those guys either is taken as a personal insult by us. I'll say this
much: in the parallel universe in which I were a Sox player, I
wouldn't talk to Shaughnessy either.
And it's not even that Nomar doesn't
speak to the media in the way that Pedro or Manny won't. He just
speaks to the media poorly. He speaks in athlete-clichés. He repeats
himself. Perhaps I'm the only guy left on the planet who didn't
realize he was being paid to be a quote machine as well as a
baseball player. I guess, in the end, it's not that crazy: How
Boston loves a personable, 2 year contract, .270 role player, and
hates the long contract, always over .300 stars. We hated Williams,
we hated Rice, we hated Clemens. Sure, us young guys know better
then whoever dared roll their eyes at Teddy Ballgame back in the
40s. I wonder how long it will take for the next crop of young guys
to know better than us?
Nomar will never tell a beat journalist
"I'm fed up with my f-ing slump" just like he will never tell him "I
really kicked the shit out of Mussina today!". He'll go on automatic
pilot during those tedious post-game interviews, and that's fine
with me. Perhaps I'm a bit biased, and forgive me for maligning the
fine art of baseball "journalism", but in my view there have only
been two post-baseball game articles ever written: the one where
they win, and the one where they lose. So no, I don't hate Nomar for
the "cliché issue" (it's an issue?), even if everyone else does.
I believe Garciaparra when he says he
wants to be in Boston, when he says he wants to retire here. I
believe, with the exception of Varitek, there's no one on the team
I'd rather see finish up a Sox. Maybe this part is where I'm the
hopeless optimist, but here it is: Because I believe he cares more
about how the team does than his own glory, because outside of the
media clichés and an unquestionable lack of big-star persona he
really wants to be here, and because for all the years that he's
been on the team when none of the inflated-Duquette contracts gave a
damn, he did. And none of these worthwhile qualities are true of
Alex Rodriguez.
Sure, I know how it goes. We're
desperate, DESPERATE for a World Series. We've got an A-list star,
but on the horizon we see an "A" that's a little bigger, a little
shinier (and a hell of a lot more expensive). And we want it. We'd
throw our "A" off the back of a moving bus, because every year we
don't win it all we go crazier. And I mean bad crazy, by the way.
Nomar's done nothing but fairly modestly
play like hell for this team. Rodriguez has done nothing than leave
a market that loved him to sign to the most obscene contract in the
history of baseball for a team that somebody, SOMEBODY must have
told him would be able to afford nothign else because of it. He's a
player who owns at least 50% of the responsibility for sinking a
franchise, but now wants out so can get a World Series ring. Maybe
he could pawn it for another couple hundred million. Oh yeah, and
his TV endorsements sure are awesome!
Unfortunately for us, Rodriguez isn't
silently, almost amusingly crazy like Ramirez. He's a self-obsessed
primadonna. He's also probably the best player in baseball. What
we've got right now is one of the best players in baseball, and yes,
I know that's not the same thing. But he's also a guy who on top of
his incredible ability doesn't act like a superstar, doesn't ruin a
clubhouse with his ego, and doesn't raise his nose at the utility
guys like a certain famous shortstop in Arlington, TX is known to
do.
We've got Nomar, a guy who's been the
bright spot in some not so bright seasons in this town, a guy with a
great work ethic, a guy who hates himself even more than we do when
he's slumping, and a guy who other than being awkward in front of
the cameras and when the notepads are out and the recorders are on,
has done absolutely nothing worth being angry over, EVER. We want an
upgrade that happens to be a self-obsessed,
"how-are-my-stats-looking?", nouveau-Manny...more disgusting than
the original because he knows what the fuck he did to baseball. Why?
I guess because we're the Yankees now. Funny, I thought we hated
them for reasons more than the fact they happened to have pinstripes
on their jerseys. I'll say it--for reasons even more than the fact
they've won so often. But because they've won so cheaply--in such an
expensive way, ironically. Because they buy championships with a
collection of scumbags! with high price tags who couldn't care less
about anything other than their own personal glory (and endorsement
deals). Maybe most players are like that. But Nomar isn't, if you
you let yourself think about it for a second. So what now? Let's
piss on him, not even tell him about it, then send him packing,
because there's a new Evil Empire in town. Oh, how proud we should
be.
- Andrew Golden, Brookline, MA
Do It Now
10.23.03: the time has
come. i am 45 years old. ive followed the same major league baseball team,
the boston red sox, since i was a nine year old little leaguer... i love
baseball so much more than football and basketball. i live in ohio. before
the internet, i would listen to 1080am hartford for bits and pieces of a
baseball game in between long minutes of just static. when the team goes
west i lose hours of sleep waiting for final scores to come back to the
east. now i dont do that, i watch mlb gamecast for hours every single night.
i drive from ohio to fenway not for vacation, but just to see the red sox
play. i've named my son after the best red sox player (when he was born) we
had (his name is wade). i stayed up to watch to 3am in the morning to watch
the red sox lose to the a's in the divisional series knowing full well that
i had to get up at 5am the next morning to coach our high school golf team
in the district golf tournament... i never even thought about going to bed
before it ended... i deserve better than this! i deserve to see the red sox
win it all... and i deserve to see that NOW! i dont want to hear, but the
curse!... it's not the curse... it's because we're worse! i dont want to
hear, be patient, the new owners will bring a winner. just give them time.
mr. henry knew what product he was buying!... i deserve a winner and i
deserve it now! would i take 4 losing seasons to bring in talent short term
for a winner??? YOU BET YOUR SWEET BIPPY I WOULD!... why? i've suffered long
and hard. because ive given the boston red sox EVERYTHING i have for 36
years... i deserve a winner now. if thats a better manager, get him in here.
if thats a couple front line starters to compliment our awesome hitting
attack.... get them here. im tired of watching steinbrenner beat us to the
best players every year, there's no excuse for that. why, because i deserve
a winner. this offseason the red sox ownership needs to take a long hard
look at our needs and address them NOW... its time to beat the evil empire
at its own game, because i deserve it. i deserve it, and i deserve it now,
because i am one of the best fans in all of major league baseball. but that
is NOT why i deserve it most and what REEEALLY makes me special. what make
me special is that i am just an AVERAGE fan of the boston red sox, i know
that when many read this, they could be writing the EXACT same things! they
can add other things to 'why i deserve it'. what's special is that soooo
many people in the red sox nation have as big as passion as i do. this isnt
normal... this is a boston red sox fan. WE are a special nation and WE
deserve as much back, or more, than what we put in to it... and we're not
getting it. its time the red sox management and ownership do what ive done
for 36 years and what WE'VE done as the red sox nation... GIVE IT EVERYTHING
THEY'VE GOT! Cowboy up boys and do what it takes, but do it NOW.
Neal Graf
(just the average boston red sox fan)
Wauseon, OH
Tired of Latest Act
10.12.03: I have been a Red
Sox fan for 50 years now and I must view my opinion to you. While
watching game 3, Bos/NY, with my children, grandchildren and
friends, we were "all" totally disgusted with the totally lack of
class on the part of Martinez when this "jerk" grabs a man in his
70's by the head and throws him to the ground. The group I watched
the game with may have only consisted of 31 people but we all
agreed, he may be a good pitcher but his actions don't warrant
support from us. We all agree that we will no longer support the Red
Sox until he is no longer on the team. He sets a terrible example
for the young people of New England and there is "NO" excuse for his
foul actions. If the Red Sox truly want to have a "high class
organization then they "must" remove "bad" examples such as "Pedro
Martinez" from the roster. I understand that he is under contract,
but that contract is up in the near future and a trade for a better
example to an honorable team such as the Red Sox we feel is a must.
Lets remove these types of people from
professional sports and set a "good" example for the youngsters of
New England. As said before, there is "no" excuse for what was seen
on national television tonight. I sincerely hope you give me a reply
to this e-mail, because as it stands, the Red Sox have lost 31 fans
in my family alone. We have always loved and supported the Red Sox
and hope in the future we will be able to again. I'm sure I speak
for many other fans. Martinez has been a public relations problem in
the past, and I'm sure, with his attitude, he will continue to be a
problem in the future. He is a terrible example of a professional
athlete. Please respond to this e-mail so we know where the
organization stands.
Thank you,
Mullen Family & Friends
Merrimac, Mass.
A Vote for Grady
10.18.03: I’m going to take
the other side here. I was crushed when the Sox lost Game 7 the
other night. I was screaming at the TV for Grady to give Pedro the
hook. I was devastated when the game was tied and felt as if the
chance of a lifetime had passed by. After reluctantly getting out of
bed Friday morning, I decided to try and figure out why? Just why
did Grady not make a move to the bullpen?
You know what I came up with when I
removed my emotions? The blame for this loss falls three ways. First
it goes to the offense whose inability to push across a run or two
in the 4th inning kept the Yankees and their fans in the ball game.
A 4th inning where the manager put on a flawless hit-and-run to
knock the Fat Shit out of the game for good. Second, it falls on
Pedro Martinez. It is hard to make the case that a pitcher of his
ability is out of gas when:
He gets the first out of the inning.
Is up 0-2, yup one strike away from
putting Jeter away (gives up the unforgivable
0-2 hit, Nixon misplayed the ball).
Is 2-2 on Bernie Williams, again one
pitch away from putting him away (base hit).
Is up 0-2 on Matsui, again an
inexcusable hit.
Is 2-2 on Ears, makes a good pitch and
gives up the single/double.
Pedro, is inches away from getting guys
out with two strikes and can’t get it done. I would like to find out
what the MLB avg. is for hitters hitting with two strikes,
especially 0-2.
Lastly, we can all blame the Red Sox
brass. Grady Little deserved a contract extension well before Game 7
of the ALCS. The failure by Theo and the boys forced Grady in a
position to manage for his job. If you had the choice of Pedro
Martinez or the Red Sox bullpen (who lets not forget, you got a ton
of mileage out of this year and for 97% of the season was
bad-at-best), who do you pick? I know who I’m going with.
If we are going to kill Grady for the
loss, we must credit him for two 90+ win seasons, taking the Sox
further than they have been in 17 years, creating a clubhouse that
was a pleasure to read about this year, getting career years out of
Nixon, Tek, Mueller, Ortiz, and Millar. I also have to give him
credit for playing Trot, more than any other manager has against
lefties. Remember Trot did ice game six with a bomb of a lefty
Big Dog, to be honest, I don’t want to
go down roads we have been down before. In Grady’s two years he has
made consistent forward progress. I hate that the players on 99% of
the teams in baseball dictate what goes on day-to-day, but the Sox
finally found a guy that 25 millionaires truly respect and want to
play for. I want what’s best for the Sox too, and I truly believe
that Grady Little is that guy. I say that for one reason, they will
be inspired to win one for the skip next year. He goes, you might
lose the clubhouse next year and you can’t fire the players.
If not Grady might I suggest something
else that will make all of you guys happy? Theo can sit and the
dugout and the Sox can use FOX’s virtual manager and all of you can
“log on and vote” for what decisions the manager of the Red Sox
should make next year. - DJ Greco
Nine Eleven
9.11.03:
As I sit here in my office and reflect on the past two years, I
decided to move my thoughts to something else....so, as I do daily,
went to BDD.COM to read on yesterdays game. Of course I hit your
tribute page first. I have spent the last 1/2 hour reading every
name, city, country, occupation and company. Listed were people from
all walks of life, lands near and far, ballet dancers to school
teachers.....as depressing as this is, I became angry. Angry in the
fact, a fact that has been pointed out many times mind you, the fact
of the innocence of the victims. Although the Pentagon is a military
target, the majority of people were murdered........murdered, not
killed in action, or even just killed, murdered, cold blooded,
calculated murder. We still fight the Taliban, hunt the terrorists
every day and every night. We are relentless. We do not have an
option. The problem is that most people in America do not care. I
can tell you that THEY care, their entire
life revolves around inflicting pain and suffering on the U.S. and
its allies. They will continue until they are dead or their
objectives have been completed. Two years removed from 9-11 and in
my opinion the U.S. populace is same as it ever was, blind to the
threat that still exists. I hope today everyone reads those names
closely and reenergizes their resolve that we can only win this war
on terrorism with a unified nation, for without that we will not
succeed. We will win this, but with a price. Good men and women will
sacrifice their life to stop it. And those people who do, who I
support, say they would have it no other way. Specops, airborne,
seals, CIA black ops......those are the UNITED STATES DIRT DOGS.
Crazy, dedicated MF, those guys don't take a day off with a sore
throat.
You guys have a great site,
keep it up. Go Sox. See you in Octobah.
LCDR Paul Rynne
United States Navy
Member of Red Sox Nation
No Ill Will
8.22.03:
Part of me still thinks there is more to this story than has been
originally reported. Initial report - he called in. Kevin Shea
follow-up - stomach, throat really not feeling well and spent whole
day at hospital but we don't have a report with specifics because
doctor Morgan has been with other patients and hasn't had time to
talk to us, we will call back. Call back - not sure if it happened
or not I was out of the car. From point of origin unknown to me - he
has pharyngitis, which is supposedly pretty rare and pretty severe
(at least judging from what I can tell and I am no doctor). LL and
other Red Sox guy on late night say its strep throat, but its ab
pain to worry about. To me, there's a lot up in the air in all of
this.
Shea dumping all that info out
there after the initial reaction looks to me to be spinning and
trying to get out ahead of the story. I used to work in politics and
I can tell you that's how you attempt to gain control and shape a
story. I am not saying that is what is happening here. I don't claim
to be a doctor, have knowledge of Pedro as a person, etc etc etc. If
you told me that this happened to Player X, the day after he skipped
the team photo, after the president of the team reportedly took some
shots at him, when he was facing discipline for missing said photo,
when he was taking heat for coming and going as he pleases, when he
has a history of being a pretty temperamental guy, and when I saw
him from 30 feet away goofing off in the dugout not even 9 hours
before he was supposedly calling Grady, there could be unanswered
questions in anyone's story. I am sorry this bothers the
Pedro-walks-on-water crowd and further if it does not appear
venomous for the Pedroisana-hole crowd, but this is just how I feel
on this one. It will probably be nothing, but my mind is certainly
not made up yet.
- Sean G.
Rally 'Round the
Pennant
8.18.03:
If you’re afraid of being disappointed, then maybe this is a good
place to get off this ride. If you’re only here for the bandwagon
and the triumphant parade, might I direct you to the Yankees, where
you’ll fit in with their legions of self-indulgent, Johnny-Come-Latelys.
The Red Sox aren’t the spoiled kids who get just what they want, but
a team thick with flaws. You can cite the many August collapses,
this year’s leaky defense, or a pitching staff with more coaster
rides than your local Six Flags franchise. But their struggles mean
something to me, reflecting the imperfections of life, the ups and
downs, and the hope that lights the way. Unlike past editions whose
nonchalant swan dives have pushed many past the point of patience,
this team has character.
Like any party,
there are the occasional blockheaded gaffes and lingering losers who
seem to only scratch the surface of their potential, but I find a
lot to love in them as well, whether it’s Ramirez snapping out of a
two week slump with a game-tying homer against a rival closer,
comebacks on the fruit bat that once seemed impossible (though not
so much lately, joy of joys), Ortiz’s late heroics, or Mueller’s
steadfast hitting prowess. Heck, Gump of late has even remembered
he's got a bullpen and a good-fielding second-baseman. Sure Nomar’s
blown a couple golden opportunities the past couple weeks, and Lowe
mystifies with his on-again, off-again talent, but no one’s without
their faults in a game where success means failing two out of three
times. The Yankees may be the only team with a worse defense than
the Sox, and as a team the A’s don’t even hit as well as whipping
boy Todd Walker. Seattle’s solid, but with the exception of that
little foreigner and Ray Boone’s kid, don’t inspire much fear.
The Sox aren’t
overmatched, they’re in a knock-down drag out brawl where they give
as good as they get. It doesn’t matter if you hate them for crossing
you, so long as you take them back the next morning like a loyal
lover, and embrace them for their failings, knowing they want this
as bad as you. For the first time the front office seems to be
pulling with them and not at cross-purposes, and after the
ambivalences of the past regime, it’s a refreshing change. We still
have the best pitcher in the league, and I’ll take Petey’s heart
when the game is on the line against anyone. For all his recent
fallibility, I won’t forget the bases loaded K at 96 mph on his
128th pitch, and you shouldn’t either.
We can go
tit-for-tat on the reasons to doubt or believe, but don’t forget
this isn’t a battle to death so much as a struggle for three
invitations to the dance, with three other antagonists who aren’t
significantly better-looking than our beloved Sox. A lot can happen
in eight weeks: Oakland was just a fractured finger from
disappearing yesterday. Remember those first two games in New York
in July? The Yankees looked punch-drunk like Tyson wondering who the
hell Buster Douglas was. But even if we don’t knock them out in the
coming weeks, we can still get our title shot. I’m getting my
money’s worth, and I’m not pulling out. Let’s rally round the flag
folks, and ponder the wonders that surround us instead of fearing
what may come.
And if you can muster the fortitude, show some faith. Perhaps
it’s even worth praying. But whatever
you do, don’t give up hope. Roseanne ain’t sung yet.
- C. Parker, Durham N.C.
This Time, This Year
7.20.03:
Take a leap of faith with me Sox fans. Believe for me, for a moment,
that this, this is the year. Dismiss from your mind the many times
this team has disappointed you, and think about what it would mean
to you if this, indeed, were The Year. Would you be able to say you
enjoyed it? I know my compatriots in the coven of the miserable,
myself included, have learned to take a perverse joy in the many
ways that our team has failed for us in the past. You can still feel
the ache of Schiraldi’s shell-shocked face, the way you cursed as
Lynn hit the wall, and the ball bounded toward the infield as Morgan
circled the bases. You can probably still picture The Steamer in any
of his many dagger jabs into your heart. What I am asking is for you
to let this go, and just for a moment to embrace the thought, the
idea that this is the year we will tell our friends, our children,
and our grandchildren about. Will you honestly be able to laud this
year, or will it only be a backward glance of joy? Would you tell
them that you knew it, even as in your heart you know you waited for
the moment when it all fell apart and you vented the years of
ever-mounting frustration on our hapless nine?
Will you be
willing to admit you moaned daily about Walker’s lack of range,
Gump’s unfathomable moves or Ramirez’s seemingly lackadaisical
attitude during the year Casey finally drives home the winning run
bringing happiness not pain to Mudville? Some of you are too
far-gone for me to reach. The elation of Henderson’s one-hand,
two-strike stab that bought Buckner’s chance for infamy is just a
footnote in an album of muted bitterness. What I am asking you
others, is for you to embrace the possibility, to give yourself over
like New Yorkers for ‘69’s Amazing Mets, like I remember doing when
Walpole Joe led this team on an amazing July run as Benzinger
sprayed line drives like his bat were a hose.
We should love this team
because they don’t quit. At times they may infuriate, but they
fight. The bullpen had more holes than O.J.’s story, but our green
first-timer seems to have found the Bondo. Our pitching coach was
essentially AWOL (admittedly, for very good reason), and seemingly
against all odds, Theo found a talented mid-season replacement, and
the pitchers have responded. Born dirt-dog Millar is here not Japan.
After a year when our boys managed to win but a single one-run game
the last three months of the season, they’ve repeatedly shown the
resilience to bounce back in their final at-bat. Can we love this
team? Can we banish the bad memories and jump on-board, not like the
Gotham wagon-jumpers for whom the pennants and the rings are
perceived as their god-given right, but as the underdog we followed
through the dark days until the end, when our faith was finally
vindicated? I think some of us can smell it, a change like the
crispness of Fall, when the woods are alive with color. Tek and
Nomar seem back on their pre-injury trajectory, and Nixon – despite
the occasional lapse – is beginning to look like the hitter we could
all see in him. David Ortiz – can I repeat that – DAVID ORTIZ is
pummeling pitchers like no DH I can remember going back to Mike
Easler. We even have a real closer – not Larry Anderson, not even
the enigmatic Jeff Reardon, or that Campbell guy who picked the
wrong year for his best moment. I am not asking you to believe in a
democracy for Iraq or in the sanity of Michael Jackson, I am
offering something you know in your bones to be possible. I am
asking you to give over to the feeling that this might be it. Leave
the doubts and recriminations for when the Fat Lady sings, and give
this team your hope, your trust, and your heart. Because if you
don’t, you may have cheated yourself of the greatest summer in 85
years. Life goes forward, let’s stop looking back, and be as the boy
and girls we once were, who didn’t know the misery of the world and
only rejoiced in dreams that felt so close we refused to believe
they wouldn’t come true.
- C. Parker,
Durham N.C.
Three Day Report Card
4.3.03: Trust me, Bill Mueller can
bat 2nd or 8th or 9th. But no more lead-off, okay Grady? I actually make
up eight or nine lineups before opening day every year. This year I did
like 15. Never did I even come close to: Mueller 3b, Walker 2b, Nomar ss,
Manny lf, Millar rf, Ortiz DH, Hillenbrand 1b, Varitek c, Jackson cf.
Someone tell Grady he doesn't have to impress anybody. As Tommy Lasorda
said to Kevin Hench "There's so many Latin players today you can't tell
'em apart."
You can't hide all the bad fielding, streaky hitters
in the DH spot. Where are their defensive liabilities least exposed? Put the
best defensive options out there first. Which probably means Hillenbrand should
DH more. That's your every day lineup. Put your everyday lineup out there every
day. Flip-flop Hillenbrand (atrocious fielder and decision maker/baseball
player, trade bait), Ortiz (stone glove, immobile, a little pop?), Giambi (has a
lot to prove and an opportunity), Mueller (Sure handed glove, contact hitter) at
1st base/3rd base/DH. Millar should play every day just for his goofy enthusiasm
and hustle.
Trot (the less bulky version from last season is a
step faster and safe at home probably winning the game probably saving our 9th
inning reality series some dramatic arc) still looks pissed off, tight and can't
hit lefties (platoon). There are a few obvious line-ups and there's no need for
hunches. As time goes on give ab's to whomever is hot.
So Grady, here they are. Seven
options for now:
1. vs. right handed
pitcher I
Damon cf l
Walker 2b l
Nomar ss r
Manny lf r
Millar 1b r
Hillenbrand dh r
Nixon rf l
Mueller 3b s
Varitek c s
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5. vs.
right handed pitcher V
Damon cf l
Mueller 3b s
Nomar ss r
Manny dh r
Giambi lf l
Hillenbrand 1b r
Nixon rf l
Varitek c s
Walker 2b l |
2. vs. right handed
pitcher II
(more balance)
Damon cf l
Mueller 3b s
Nomar ss r
Manny lf r
Ortiz 1b l
Hillenbrand dh r
Nixon rf l
Walker 2b l
Varitek c s |
6. vs.
left handed pitcher I
Damon cf l
Mueller 3b s
Nomar ss r
Manny lf r
Millar 1b r
Hillenbrand dh r
Nixon rf l
Varitek c s
Walker 2b l |
3. vs. right handed
pitcher III
Damon cf l
Mueller 3b s
Nomar ss r
Manny lf r
Giambi 1b l
Hillenbrand dh r
Nixon rf l
Walker 2b l
Varitek c s |
7. vs. left handed
pitcher II
Damon cf l
Mueller 3b s
Nomar ss r
Manny lf r
Millar rf r
Hillenbrand 1b r
Giambi dh l
Varitek c s
Walker 2b l |
4. vs. right handed
pitcher IV
(Heavy lefties)
Damon cf l
Walker 2b l
Nomar ss r
Manny lf r
Giambi dh/1b l
Ortiz1b/dh l
Nixon rf l
Mueller 3b s
Varitek c s |
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- D-Dog
A Soldier's Story
As Nation Prepares for War, Marine Knows Meaning of Fenway
Freedom, Meets The Nation, and Scores a Yankee Doodle Dandy
3.15.03 - From N.H.S., Newport, RI, U.S. Marine Corps - As we started out from Newport, R.I. on a
blustery winter night, I knew this would be a night to remember. My
buddy had told me WEEI was reporting that people were already
showing up with Lawn chairs at 5:00 PM.
We got to the front of the line at about 9:00 PM
and chatted with the McCormick brothers who were there...equipped
with Natty Light, Java, sleeping bags, lawn chairs, and dressed from
head to toe like Eskimo Chowderheads. Not more than 5 minutes after
we arrived, so did the Channel 4 Sports Crew. They interviewed the
McCormick brothers as a chant of "Yankees
Suck" arose from the 30-or-so diehards
that comprised the line. We were directly behind the brothers and
thought we would make the news. Looking at my watch and the paltry
size of the line I knew it was time to head over to the Cask and
Flag to catch the Celts game and procure some fine Boston Lager.
A s
we sat there downing some suds and watching the Celts scrape by the
Raptors while playing a litte pitch, we reminisced about our
favorite Fenway Moments. Mine was probably a Mo Vaughn Grand Slam to
win the game vs. the A's that prompted me to shell out 30 Beans for
a Mo Jersey/T-Shirt upon leaving the Fens. When we walked into the
Cask the Whole Bar gave me the "MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Everyone is just so in tune with the Sox...it is really a special
feeling in this town.
I had
been in the Marines for the Past 5 years and Fenway Visits had come
few and far between, but on this night, all my memories were as
crisp and vivid as the Cask's waitresses high beams shining through
her unusually tight blouse. The Nostalgia was thick... almost as
thick as the Winter Ale and Guinness concoctions I was inhaling.
2:00 AM
came and the Bar closed. My buddy had already left the Cask about a
half hour earlier to get our lawn chairs and winter gear and get in
line. I was feeling pretty good at this point, oblivious to the
knifing cold that had driven some to actually zip there sleeping
bags up completely and lay there in synthetic cocoons. The Line was
up to about 200....(my buddy had us in at 121 and 122).
At this
point I had not seen my buddy. My cell phone rang. It was he. He
told me to look across the street. I spotted him with his cell phone
in hand, I walked over to him and realized he was kneeling in a pool
of his own vomit.....Ahhh Fenway Moments...even in the winter.
He
showed me to our spot and I began talking Red Sox Folklore with some
college girls and a couple of Gung Ho older fellas. After about an
hour my feet became numb....1st stages of frostbite I thought to
myself....but it didn't matter. This was Red Sox Nation at it's
finest... screw the cold. Our mission was to Get Red Sox Yankee
Tickets on the Monster....and that is what we were gonna do.
As I
froze my ass off I looked up and down at the motley crew of Die
Hards...All ages, ethnic persuasions, and gender. There was a Stick
Ball game going on in the middle of the street, guys (including
myself) chucking the football, and music Blaring from one of the Die
Hards SUV's.
Kind
Souls were coming around with Free Boxes of Dunkin Donuts Jo and
Donuts. People were handing out free Monster Energy Drinks, or
liquid Crack (I drank 5 of them!) But the one thing I couldn't get
out of my head was how perfect this setting was. Besides the fact
that my toes were about to turn black....it was perfect. This was a
perfect microcosm of Red Sox Nation. It is more than just rooting
for a team, it is a way of life. The Passion and devotion we have
for our Sox is unmatched in Sports. I mean it was the Middle of the
Winter, and if you had just seen these people...minus the winter
gear...you would have thought it was June or July and they were
waiting for the gates to open. There was no complaining...just
banter of past, present, and future glory. Just the endless optimism
that the start of every year in New England Brings....Maybe
this will be the Year.
As the
Sun came up the steady stream of people that had been filtering in
all night had grown to a couple thousand. At about 7 O' Clock a roar
arose from the front of the line...they were Handing out Wristbands
so they could line us up again inside in an hour! This afforded us a
chance to hit Dunkin and Mickey D's for Breakfast.
Once we
got inside we were called up in increments of 25 to the .406 Club.
Once inside we were treated to complimentary coffee by the Sox
Brass. What a sight it was to see Fenway from that vantage Point.
The Field was covered in Snow with Orange Cones marking the bases.
The legendary scoreboard was torn apart, and the welders were on top
of the Monster making our seats. What a view. I honestly got
teary-eyed looking out at Old Glory. What a perfect setting. After
we sat through Red Sox trivia Games where people were blurting out
answers like
Glenn Hoffman and Marc Sullivan
to questions like
Who is the Red Sox all Time RBI Leader?
(hey..they were tired and cranky) it was time
for my section to get the Tix!
I got 'em!
August 31st..front Row...Section ten.....Yanks/Red Sox....ESPN
SUNDAY NIGHT BASEBALL! It was all
worth it. As I saw the people who had braved the elements to get
these tickets I felt a kinship with them I can't put into words...
It is very special thing to be a Red Sox Fan...special indeed.
As I
walked out into he Blinding Sun I was offered $150 a piece for my
Yankee Tix... I almost wanted to slap the guy... see... that is what
is wrong with fans these days. Don't they know it has nothing to do
with money? It's about the game. You know, the crack of the bat, the
smell of stale peanuts and watered down beer, it's about the Red Sox
winning the Series and throwing a Party the likes of which has never
been seen, it's about generations of Red Sox fans United on a
freezing winter night to live the Red Sox Dream....it was baseball
at it's purest and most innocent....For chrissakes, it's about
loving the game of baseball...and loving the Boston Red Sox. Sorry
sir... take the $150 and ..well you know.
As I
left, tickets in hand, the line had stretched to nearly 3k! In
Dunkin' Donuts I met up with a guy who had traveled with his son
from Vermont and just got in line. I didn't have the heart to tell
him he may be too late...I just smiled at him and said..Hey, you
know what......"This Could be the
Year."
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