Machinegun
I have little to say about last night's game at the moment. Despite a valiant effort, the eight (then ten) run deficit was too much for the Sox to overcome; like Pike, Dutch and the rest of the Bunch they went down with guns.. er bats, blazing. The thought that the Big Fellah may be done for the series is too ugly to dwell on. It's up to Petey now.
There are plenty of folks across Red Sox Nation kvetching about Fox announcer's awful commentary, the chief culprit - to no surprise - being Tim McCarver. There's no need to expound on this at any great length, but I will note that I came to the following two conclusions last night:
1. When Timblelina says something particularly grating, I find that imagining myself driving nails into his forehead has a strangely soothing effect.
2. McCarver's inane comment about Derek Jeter's 'calm eyes' leads me to believe that Timblelina must wile away the hours in his hotel room practicing his signature - Mrs. Derek Jeter.
The Bunny is worried that I have lost faith. He should know better; I have gone along with pretty much every cockamamie scheme he's ever come up with - why would this be any different? Sure I put the kaibosh on the Spam Museum because hey, a man's gotta have some standards, but I'll be marching with you tonight.
The big question is: will The Baseball Jesus be marching with us?
It is too soon to tell, for His ways are inscrutable.
There are plenty of folks across Red Sox Nation kvetching about Fox announcer's awful commentary, the chief culprit - to no surprise - being Tim McCarver. There's no need to expound on this at any great length, but I will note that I came to the following two conclusions last night:
1. When Timblelina says something particularly grating, I find that imagining myself driving nails into his forehead has a strangely soothing effect.
2. McCarver's inane comment about Derek Jeter's 'calm eyes' leads me to believe that Timblelina must wile away the hours in his hotel room practicing his signature - Mrs. Derek Jeter.
The Bunny is worried that I have lost faith. He should know better; I have gone along with pretty much every cockamamie scheme he's ever come up with - why would this be any different? Sure I put the kaibosh on the Spam Museum because hey, a man's gotta have some standards, but I'll be marching with you tonight.
The big question is: will The Baseball Jesus be marching with us?
It is too soon to tell, for His ways are inscrutable.
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