You have to love Boston justice. With the Sox being pounded 7-0 the other night, a rather rotund Boston fan in the first row down the first base line decided to remove his shirt and lead some sort of rally cheer in the almost quiet Fenway Park. This is not an uncommon sight in sports all over the country. Okay, some back-bay-bitch called security and the goon squad descended upon him quickly and made him put his shirt back on. They gave him the ejection threat and were back to watching for other improprieties. Shortly after that the Sox famous (ugh!) comeback started. The fan, Nick Melanson, said frig' it, and stripped the shirt off, went into a horrendous dance routine, and warily eyed the security guys. Their response, "Forget it dude, it's working." After the game the phone-whiner has her photograph taken with the XL cheerleader. Bean town hypocrisy at its finest.
While on Boston sports (way too much of that lately), we had another case of "which body part is hurt." We all remember the story about Manny not knowing which knee he needed to have an MRI on during his revolt to leave town. Now the Celtics point guard Rajon Rondo sprains his ankle in a pre-season game, and the obvious question is asked, "Is it the same one you sprained against the Lakers during the playoffs last year?" No chicanery here...he honestly didn't know.
It's one of the biggest nights in Tampa Bay sports history tonight. Not only is the seventh game of the ALCS going on, but one of the worst Sunday night Football games in history will be taking place also; Buccaneers hosting Seattle. No problem, the two venues are twenty-five miles apart...and separated by, what else, Tampa Bay.
Kelly Pavlik was schooled by old man Bernard Hopkins last night. I love it when the old dudes (except Roger Clemens) manhandle much younger opponents.
Joba Cahmberlain was arrested for speeding, DUI and open container last night. Let's see how the rabid NY press treats this incident. I have an inkling that they'll be preaching the "slap on the wrist" philosophy for the young, hard throwing almost matinee-idol Yankee. I'm sure if it had been Jose Reyes or ARod the reportage would be much different. The tabloids missed a shot of one of the all-time back page headlines, JOBA JUICED.
Tonight's dinner includes the tail end of the constant gardener's (Karen) tomatoes and arugula. But that's nothing compared to the fact the lime juice was provided buy one of our own indoor/outdoor trees. Connecticut is not known for citrus tree production. Besides the lime tree, we have an orange, lemon and banana to go with it. In the winter we walk them like a dog on sunny days. This year she's going to try and winter over a banana tree outside. After the first heavy frost she's going to chop it to ground level, and then cover it heavily with mulch. I suggested a layer of plastic or newspaper... a stern no was shot my way. Hey, couldn't we use recycled plastic bags?
Bret Farve, rather clumsily, just led the Jets to an overtime defeat by the lowly Oakland Raiders. It's funny, his drug past (he confused percocet with M & M's for a few years) never seems to come up when they're (endlessly) taking about his consecutive game streak. Some guys have all the luck...
The Devil Rays should win. If they don't the Red Sox will be well ensconced as the grittiest team of the century already. Horrid thought.
Christmas crap is out in the stores! Did I miss Halloween and Thanksgiving?
Coiln Powell, my man...later, biff
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