Beckett, see if he's hurt...bunt...Bonds

Before I get to last night, a quick note to Joe Madden; your guys can all run like Senator McCain from an issue...drop a few bunts, and if Beckett is hurt, we all know fielding bunts and making those twisting, quick movements can really exacerbate any injury; and then maybe you get into his head a little bit.



Last night's game, and I am truly loathe to admit it, was one of the best comebacks I have ever seen in a playoff, or any other game for that matter. The fact it was an elimination, go for broke situation, well we know the story. It was about mid-nite, and I had an early call for the doctor in the morning. Pedroia was my "last" batter. He's out, I hit the sack. Of course after that little prick (no I would not say it to his face; it would be strictly "Yes sir, no sir") gets a hit and then my next "last" batter, no home runs in his last sixty-one at-bats Big Papi (it hurts, really, to type that) smacks one like a Mickelson drive, but straighter. Now there's no more "last" batters, I'm there to the finish. It wasn't pretty, but it was beautiful. I love baseball, and sometimes you just have to give the team, no, the god damned Red Sox and their fans, credit. Hey I was right, Kazmir was out of there after six, but he had a seven run lead! Unfairly, malingerer J. D. Drew miraculously reverted to his FSU form for and, the bean-eaters won. Speaking of Drew, has there ever been a guy who they stick with for so long to get such brief moments of brilliance? I hope Stephen King didn't miss it because he was reading a book. If I see that shot one more time...well, I know where he lives in Maine...shit he does all sorts of good stuff for little league in his state. While I was living up there he did do the area a tremendous solid. At the time you couldn't get the Red Sox on the radio unless you you had one stolen from NASA. So Mr. King buys a radio station and puts on the Sox and heavy metal, head banger dreck when they're not playing! I wonder if he reads at Metallica concerts? There was one saving grace last night, Karen had given up and gone to bed! She didn't believe me when I told the Sox won this AM, and invectives inherited from her very cultured mother were spewing from her articulately when I left for the orthopedist.



The orthopedist said I'll have no problem umpiring when baseball season starts next spring. Hopefully he'll forward that message to the school districts around here. Actually, the school games are a breeze...it's the summer league action that gets a bit testy. For those games at least one umpire has to have a cell phone on his person for any needed 911 calls. Parents living vicariously through their kids is a growing malady. I haven't experienced a seriously bad situation, but last year was my first season and I only did about fifty games.



How about the world's most famous plumber being a fraud? He has a list of out standings longer than Free Bird (Frampton Comes Alive version) and the guy lies to Obama; McCain makes him a hero and it turns out the Obama plan would have helped his ass! By the way I have already voted...I will be out of town 11/4.



Thank you, I just got an eight per cent raise (SS) from "W", can't wait to see the movie either.



Hey, does anyone out there listen to Rush Limbaugh? I was wondering how he beat that oxycontin rap? I remember he had his maid copping for him, he Dr. shopped and wasn't he snagged coming back from the Dominican Republic with a jar of Viagra with somebody else's name on it? Could you imagine how many women (unfortunately, probably poor working girls) he could crush to death if the dreaded "...lasts for more than four hours" issue came into play? I guess this was all alleged. All right, I never said the was PG.



Hey, you guys at Tulane, bring me an oyster po' boy when you come home for Christmas.

This just in, where I am anyway; the Major League Players Association allegedly has a memorandum that demonstrates there was collusion in the possible signing of Barry Bonds this season. This underlines the utter stupidity of baseball ownership at the moment. Years ago baseball was virtually an owner/slave arrangement. Then, with the advent of free agency (i.e. see Curt Flood, Andy Messersmith, et al) the worm turned. Now the players have the joy-stick, and they're about seventy-five years away from getting even. No matter how much you detest Barry Bonds...somebody, especially an AL team, could have used him this year for the pennant run or the post-season. Wouldn't the Devil Rays like him on the bench right now? Or at DH? He wasn't looking for a pant load of jack, he just wanted to play some more and pad that HR stat...ARod is hard at his heels on that number, and with the recently acquired Madonna and her stash of Kabalah bracelets, the sky could be the limit. Myself, even with my marriage heavily influenced by Karen's identification of Barry as Bobby's son his rookie year, I feel he should just have gone away (unless the Indians could have used for a playoff drive, alas...). But by law he didn't have to. I'd enjoy nothing more than to see MLB take one up the butt for an illegal embargo on Bonds, Barry Bonds. I could see this headline in an 1850's tabloid: PLANTATION OWNERS SUED FOR LABOR VIOLATIONS.

For a certain Missouri fan out there, may the Tigers roar in Austin.

Thank you for flying biff airlines...later