The Wayback Machine
In the absence of any ideas of my own, I figure why not steal ideas from some other (more creative) bloggers?
Yesterday red turned back the clock to the painful aftermath of the 2003 ALCS. This is what I had to say on October 17th, 2003. It's strangely optimistic (in a twisted way) considering the violent maelstrom of emotions I was experiencing that day.
beth also dialed up the wayback machine, offering a retrospective look at her highlights of the 2004 season. When it comes to writing about baseball I'm not nearly as prolific a writer as beth, but here are a few of my own highlights from blogging the 2004 Red Sox.
This year's baseball odyssey began in April, with a trio of posts about a trip to Baltimore to see the Red Sox opening series of the season. My 'New Year's Day' of 2003 and my first look at Schilling and Foulke.
In June I honored the occasion of a Red Sox trip to the Bronx with a post on my favorite baseball nicknames. Later that month I called for the head of Terry Francona. I feel retarded just typing those words.
There was more gloom and doom in July. I did proclaim some signs of life, so I don't look like a total idiot, but I still wasn't happy about the Orioles owning the Red Sox.
I opened the month of August by hurling more abuse at Francona, which I am heartily sorry for; I also directed some calumny in the direction of Dale Sveum, for which I am not sorry. Still, despite my pessimism I did announce eternal allegiance to the Red Sox, and mere days later I am feeling guardedly optimistic. By the time August draws to a close, I am giddy and calling for a sweep of the Tigers.
September- the homestretch. I am happy. I am reveling in the Red Sox winning streak and calling for the Yankees in the post-season. I am channeling Steven Seagal. I think I may have levitated. September 28th - the Red Sox clinch the wild card and I speculate on whether the End Times are here.
You know the rest.
Yesterday red turned back the clock to the painful aftermath of the 2003 ALCS. This is what I had to say on October 17th, 2003. It's strangely optimistic (in a twisted way) considering the violent maelstrom of emotions I was experiencing that day.
beth also dialed up the wayback machine, offering a retrospective look at her highlights of the 2004 season. When it comes to writing about baseball I'm not nearly as prolific a writer as beth, but here are a few of my own highlights from blogging the 2004 Red Sox.
This year's baseball odyssey began in April, with a trio of posts about a trip to Baltimore to see the Red Sox opening series of the season. My 'New Year's Day' of 2003 and my first look at Schilling and Foulke.
In June I honored the occasion of a Red Sox trip to the Bronx with a post on my favorite baseball nicknames. Later that month I called for the head of Terry Francona. I feel retarded just typing those words.
There was more gloom and doom in July. I did proclaim some signs of life, so I don't look like a total idiot, but I still wasn't happy about the Orioles owning the Red Sox.
I opened the month of August by hurling more abuse at Francona, which I am heartily sorry for; I also directed some calumny in the direction of Dale Sveum, for which I am not sorry. Still, despite my pessimism I did announce eternal allegiance to the Red Sox, and mere days later I am feeling guardedly optimistic. By the time August draws to a close, I am giddy and calling for a sweep of the Tigers.
September- the homestretch. I am happy. I am reveling in the Red Sox winning streak and calling for the Yankees in the post-season. I am channeling Steven Seagal. I think I may have levitated. September 28th - the Red Sox clinch the wild card and I speculate on whether the End Times are here.
You know the rest.
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