I would love to write something eloquent on the FOUR BACK-TO-BACK-TO-BACK-TO-BACK home runs that the Red Sox hit tonight, or maybe the way Papelbon got Alex Rodriguez to ground out to end the game (or maybe about how he blew fastball after fastball by Derek Jeter, who flailed embarassingly, or maybe about how when he looks up at the plate and exhales through that teeny, tiny little mouth he looks terrifyingly like T-1000), or about how Dice-K got “he’s so hot right now that Hansel” A-Rod to strike out twice, or about how Jason Varitek is totally swinging the bat again and it just makes me feel all shiny and new, or about how it was like Mike Lowell and Manny were having some sort of cute-off in the dugout to see whose smile made him look more like a little boy on Christmas morning….but I have to get up really early tomorrow. So I’m just going to throw up a couple of links to recent GameDay columns (the Fenway Park publication put out by the Boston Metro) and call it a night, as I am just too emotionally exhausted from watching this game to carry on. Also, the adrenaline is making it hard to type.
1) Daisuke Matsuzaka is a many-splendored thing.
2) I really, really wanted* to beat the Yankees into a pulp this weekend.
* I made a mistake in this one. “Who’s on First” was, of course, the brainchild of Abbott and Costello, not Laurel and Hardy. I even have a VHS of this somewhere in my apartment. I am ashamed of myself.