When I was Green in Judgment, Cold in Blood...
I hope you all enjoyed the visit to SOSH on Friday, because I get the sense that place might not be much fun this season. Unless reading the musings of entitled, racist blowhards is your thing.
Remember the salad days of two weeks ago when people speculated that John Farrell would be a "huge" advantage because he knows all the weaknesses of the Sox pitching after being their pitching coach for 4 seasons. Well, I hope no one was actually counting on that because the Jays offense was pitiful this weekend.
Escobar's homer in the 9th today, while sort of relieving because look, they can still hit, was also the most miserable homer ever hit. He launches Wakefield knuckle ball over the Monster, power runs around the bases, barely acknowledging Butterfield, gives a few grudging high fives and sulks on the bench. It was a beautiful contrast to the smiling and almost debonair Escobar who hit the walkoff at home.
Listen, it's not the end of the world. Cecil battled and got a win. Jesse Litsch pitched decently, minus an inning and getting jobbed on a strikeout call to JD Drew. The numbers weren't pretty, but it felt promising. Romero was rough, but the early start time combined with a surprise visit from Miss USA over the weekend (who, in addition to being very hot, seems very cool) might have thrown a wrench in the works. No judgment, just a maybe. Those crazy kids.
We shall not speak of JoJo.
It's a pain in the ass to lose to the likes of that fathead Josh Beckett, the bullshit that is Dice K and a beastin' Jon Lester, who lost some points by looking pointedly in at the home plate ump, whinging for calls.
But as I sit here watch an Orioles/Twins game, a game where neither team particularly excites or annoys me. And the back and forth rhythm of the game is sort of soothing. So maybe we should all just step back from the edge (and stop antagonizing Brett Cecil on Twitter.)
Remember the salad days of two weeks ago when people speculated that John Farrell would be a "huge" advantage because he knows all the weaknesses of the Sox pitching after being their pitching coach for 4 seasons. Well, I hope no one was actually counting on that because the Jays offense was pitiful this weekend.
Escobar's homer in the 9th today, while sort of relieving because look, they can still hit, was also the most miserable homer ever hit. He launches Wakefield knuckle ball over the Monster, power runs around the bases, barely acknowledging Butterfield, gives a few grudging high fives and sulks on the bench. It was a beautiful contrast to the smiling and almost debonair Escobar who hit the walkoff at home.
Listen, it's not the end of the world. Cecil battled and got a win. Jesse Litsch pitched decently, minus an inning and getting jobbed on a strikeout call to JD Drew. The numbers weren't pretty, but it felt promising. Romero was rough, but the early start time combined with a surprise visit from Miss USA over the weekend (who, in addition to being very hot, seems very cool) might have thrown a wrench in the works. No judgment, just a maybe. Those crazy kids.
We shall not speak of JoJo.
It's a pain in the ass to lose to the likes of that fathead Josh Beckett, the bullshit that is Dice K and a beastin' Jon Lester, who lost some points by looking pointedly in at the home plate ump, whinging for calls.
But as I sit here watch an Orioles/Twins game, a game where neither team particularly excites or annoys me. And the back and forth rhythm of the game is sort of soothing. So maybe we should all just step back from the edge (and stop antagonizing Brett Cecil on Twitter.)