Red Right Hand

On a gathering storm comes
A tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat with
A red right hand

He’ll wrap you in his arms,
Tell you that you’ve been a good boy
He’ll rekindle all the dreams
It took you a lifetime to destroy
He’ll reach deep into the hole,
Heal your shrinking soul
Hey buddy, you know you’re
Never ever coming back
He’s a god, he’s a man,
He’s a ghost, he’s a guru
They’re whispering his name
Through this disappearing land
But hidden in his coat
Is a red right hand
-Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds

Good to know, though, at a time when gasoline is nearly three bucks a gallon, that Ortiz says the ''MVP" chants that echo throughout the Fens when he comes to the plate are enough to fuel his ability to deliver the improbable, time and again.

''That sounds good," Ortiz said. ''It kind of puts you in a good mood, you know. When you walk to the plate in a situation like that and the crowd starts screaming like that, you feel like Superman. You feel like, 'OK, I can't let my people down, you've got to come up with something.'
-Big Papi

Needless to say, I consider myself one of the Tizzle's peeps, er, people. I'll be at Fenway tonight, hoping to see more of the improbable.