The Trouble With Blogging the Red Sox...

.. is that there are so many folks out there who do it and do it well. Sometimes it can be a struggle to come up with something niteresting to say, something that somebody else hasn't already said (and maybe said better). Today being a prime example. As a quick tour through the Red Sox bloggers on my blogroll demonstrates, there's a lot of great stuff out there for citizens of Red Sox nation to devour...

Over at Cursed and First beth discusses the bandwagon and the difference between hope and belief, all in a very thorough fashion:

We're talking about belief, here. Not hope. Do I hope the Yankees will suddenly be possessed by demons and begin spitting pea soup as they lunge around the base paths like Zombies? Absolutely. Do I believe it will happen? Not on your life. The Yankees are simply a fact. A topographical feature of our landscape. They will win 90+ games. They will probably beat us out in the division. They will be in the playoffs. These are facts, world without end, Amen. The idea is not to wait for the mountain to fall down. The idea is to climb the mountain.

Edward of Bambino's Curse talks about his burgeoning good feelings about the Red Sox:

Since I need not be as poker faced as the Red Sox General Manager, I'll disclose that I'm starting to feel good, quite good, about a team that is "a season-high 15 games above .500 and left them just one game off last year's pace (they are 67-52 after going 68-51 last year)"

Over at Rallycuff, sarah (who I'm starting to think off as the female Sam Kinison of Red Sox bloggers - loud, profane and funny) hasn't had much to say today. But earlier this week she once again took Terry Francona, and hos co-enable Dale Sveum, to the woodshed:

Let's talk some third base. Millar is on first base. Manny Ramirez is on third in one of those motorized shopping carts he stole from a Safeway, lit up on prescription painkillers and wearing Lynn Jones's glasses. There are no outs. Cabrera taps a grounder right back to the pitcher. Sveum sends the runner around. What in the fuck is wrong with him?

Red and Denton make a formidable team at Surviving Grady; today's post (by Red) has this analogy concerning Dale Sveum (who else?):

And what would a Red Sox game be without one of Dale Sveum's gaffs, which are fast becoming the Sox' equivalent of those Lenny and Squiggy entrances on Laverne & Shirley: You know it's coming, it's just a question of when. Last night's Sveum Sacrifice was Mueller, who was out by a good eight feet. Is he doing it on purpose? He must be, right? I mean, this is getting to be a sort of vaudeville routine.

Lastly, The Soxaholix take aim at the Texas Rangers.