Woah, there, now that was some messy baseball. A messy SLUGFEST. I suppose that’s no surprise. Uhm … can we say “errors”?? Game 1 was like a Keystone Cops skit of baseball. Starring Kevin Millar and Manny Rivera.
At least we won. There was much screaming and carrying on at the game party … Rachel (a recent baseball-fan convert) reached over and hugged me wildly at one point, waiting for Manny to be safe at first … she couldn’t bear it … she needed to hug me … It was a great group. Baseball freaks (to lesser and greater degrees), all of us.
I picked the wrong week to stop biting my nails.
Game 2 tonight. Like my mother said to me in a message she left today, “So we’re getting ready to hunker down for Game 2…”
Yup. Hunker on down. It’s gonna be a long week. A long messy slug-fest week.
Hunker on down… and pray (to whichever god is frequented) that the stitches in Schilling’s tendon hold.
Hunker in your bunker.
I am giddy.
Two errors from Ramirez in a row and I thought I was going to DIE. I still can’t believe the Sox won anyway. Unreal. No words. Here comes the next nailbiter.
(Who’s “Manny Rivera,” BTW? Any relation to “Manny Ortez”?) :-p
That was one hell of a moonshot by Senor October, aka Manny Ortez.
Dave, Manny Rivera is Kerry’s second favorite player.
Looks like I picked the wrong week to give up heroin.
Looks like I picked the wrong week to stop sniffing glue.
And to conclude the quotes from the late, great Lloyd Bridges as Chief Air Traffic Controller Steve McCroskey in Airplane!:
“THEY’RE COMIN’ RIGHT AT US!!!”
Oh, and another thing: Donna Summer’s still alive?! I always thought she was just Rick James in drag.
Well, the Red Sox seem to have found ways to win despite atrocious defense. Another 4-error game, another win. Heck, for game 2, it was 4 errors and only 2 runs given up.
Hey everybody! :)
I caught part of the game at a costume party this weekend. Quite a thrillride. I thought of the people at the gathering up there ‘watching intently and perhaps partying later’ I’ll bet you guys went nuts when the outfielder somehow had a ‘shoe malfunction’ and just missed the catch.
The statement ‘The curse is alive and well’ was heard after seeing that.
wutzizname:
Oh pshaw. (Is that how you spell “pshaw”??) There is no curse. I’ve never believed in any old curse, and I scorn those who hang onto it any time a Red Sox player makes an error. Manny just sucks as an outfielder. It’s not the ghost of Babe Ruth tripping him up out there, it’s his own damn clumsy-ass feet. We actually were all making jokes about his thought process while he’s out there:
“Wow, those balloons look pretty … I really like that color … Hm, those clouds are pretty, too…”
I like how Sports Guy describes Manny:
goofy Manny moments, when he careens around the outfield like a drunk guy running away from police, then crushes a line drive five minutes later.
heh heh heh
Exactly.
So 2-0.. OK, deep breath everyone… and.. Meet Me In St Louis!
(well someone had to say it)