pfloyd: (RedSox Logo)
( Oct. 9th, 2007 04:39 pm)
So another year goes by with the Yankees eliminated from post-season play.
And the Sword of Damocles may be about to fall upon Joe Torre.
A-Rod, who may not be back in a Yankees uniform next season (and hoping to Gods Above and Below that he's not a fixture in Boston next year), had what was, for him, a horrible post-season (8-for-59 = .136 BA? 38 runners left on base? Went 0 for 27 with runners on, striking out 11 times? Left 17 runners in scoring position, going 0 for 12?) Of course Jeter and Giambi weren't of any help either.
And it looks like that the pitching fell apart for all but the third game. You wouldn't expect this from the Yankees, now, would you?

Meanwhile, Red Sox Nation is still rejoicing that we've advanced to the next stage of the game.
We're still going strong.
And we've won a World Series in the 21st century.
Yes, it may be fun for Yankees fans to see their team win all those titles, but you know what? When it's expected of you, it becomes meaningless.
Our win in 2004? With all the drama and hoopla and mass hysteria that followed? That makes it worth even more.

Side note: I hate when I start writing one of these pieces, but I get sidetracked on other things (like an incoming call) and have my train of thought derailed.
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( Jun. 28th, 2007 10:17 am)
I really have nothing to rant about today.
And that's a good thing.

Today started off like any other summer weekday. Colleen got up early and went for a walk while I slept in past 700am. Marcus started to stir after she got back, and I helped get him up and ready before grabbing a shower.
When I left around 800am, he was already dressed and they were doing the breakfast thing while the Wiggles were playing on the DVD.
I stopped at DD and got a Sobe Coolatta, and then stopped Hannaford's to grab a box of banana Twinkies. Yes, the original flavor is back. If you remember eating them before this past month, then you're older than you let on, because the last time they produced these was back during WWII, before shortages forced them to cut out the banana and go to the bland "vanilla" creme flavor we all adore. I gotta tell you, these are addictive. The other day, I was gagging for one after I had my lunch, and I forgot to pick up a pack during my typical morning stop for daily supplies. Now I'm set for a few days.

So while our illustrious Red Sox have dropped the last three to Seattle, I see that the Yankess have fumbled their last four, and are now two games behind Toronto... and Toronto's nine behind us. Plus, Boston is leading the entire American League... with the LA Angels a mere single game behind us. Let us not forget that we're just about halfway through the season here, with the All-Star break coming up. Anything can happen. Schilling could blow out his ankle again. The Yankees could come down with a major case of food poisoning. Tampa Bay could experience a miracle and actually win each and every game in the second half of the season and come out on top.
Yeah... and they'll make Twinkies taste like chicken-fried steak next. (Don't laugh... I've seen a place that makes and sells bacon-flavored ice cream.)

"The goodness of the true pun is in the direct ratio of its intolerability." — Edgar Allan Poe, Marginalia, 1849

"Hanging is too good for a man who makes puns; he should be drawn and quoted." —Fred Allen

Mother Lion and Father Lion had gone off hunting, and had told their two children not to wander away. However, a couple of small wildebeests wandered by, and the baby lions could not resist the temptation to try out their own hunting skills. They ran out, chased after the animals, killed them, and started eating them.

Just as the baby lions were reaching the end of their meal, the parents appeared in the distance. One of the baby lions turned to the other, and said: "That is the end of the gnus. Here again are the head lions."


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