Saturday, April 15, 2006
Offense? We don't need no stinkin' offense. We've got Curt Schilling, and Jon(athan) Papelbon, aka 'the guy who won't talk to me at parties anymore' (by the CHB) and 'OMG THE SECOND COMING OF ROGER CLEMENS OMG OMG OMG' (by everyone).
The bats were abysmally bad today. Everyone except for Gonzo, who had the only two RBI for the Sox, and Youks, who walked twice. I'd be more worried if Jamie Moyer didn't tend to do that to people (on occasion. Not so regularly the last couple years). Quite luckily we also had pitching that effectively shut down Ye Olde Seafarin' Moosemen, because Curt is looking on form so far, prompting fear of injury in my paranoid brain, and because Papelbon is looking like a truly kickass closer, prompting fears of overuse and burnout in the same bit of anatomy.
Manny's not hitting, Coco's out. I don't know. It's all very unfortunate and hard to pay too much attention to when you're in the midst of finals hundreds of miles away. This afternoon I was in the wood studio, beavering away on my sculpture. I'm using rasps, because there's not much chiselling to be done anymore. The wood I'm using is red pine, which is a sort of buttery pinkish yellow, with streaks of brown (rot) and blue (no one has any idea). So I was working away, and all of a sudden I noticed that part of the wood was stained red.
Hmm, I thought to myself. I've never seen it that color before.
Of course then I glanced down at my hand and realized I'd rasped all the skin off one of my finger joints and it was bleeding like the dickens. And of course as soon as I noticed it, it started to feel like a bobcat was mauling my hand. But before I noticed it, I was so absorbed in the work that I didn't even notice.
The point is that this is my concern about the team. They're doing well enough, and they're getting wins, and we're rightly absorbed in that, to a certain degree. But I fear that we're hemorrhaging out somewhere, and we won't notice until it's rather too late to do anything but flood the streets in a panic and make traffic even worse than it already is.
Flickr is being a grump right now, so I can't upload the photos from it yet, but I was at the Michigan baseball game this Friday and it was perfect weather and we DESTROYED Ohio State. Destroyed them. Broke their souls and left them twitching upon the ground. It was so beautiful I nearly wept for joy. Preview images!
The socks of Craig Murray, who wasn't playing.
Ohio State's 3B, Ronnie Bourquin.
Also I FINALLY MET TIGERS BLOGGERS, and thus the circle of life is completed, or something. Brian of Beyond Boxscores and Big Ten Hardball fame showed up with his lovely wife, and Ian of Sweaty Men Endeavors fame showed up with his lovely self. After spending the first couple innings hanging on the back of the dugout with my friend Mike (who, incidentally, appeared out of nowhere when I was in the midst of snapping a photo, startling the hell out of me by suddenly being a voice at my shoulder saying, "Well, it's not the Tigers, but...") I displaced everyone in their row on the bleachers to join them. Whereupon we made fun of OSU, and everyone's at-bat music, and people who dance on dugout roofs between innings, and the OSU batboy, and everything the Lions have ever done, and horses. I definitely feel sure we made fun of horses at some point.
I don't know how comfortable the boys are with having their image plastered ALL OVER THE INTERNETS, but we did get a photo of the 3 of us (thanks Mrs. BeyondBoxscoresandBigTenHardball!) and it is such an adorably random looking shot that it fills me with a mellow love of the blogging world, the internet, Ray Fisher stadium, and Chris Shelton.
More to come tomorrow if Flickr stops being a little bitch and/or my computer stops being a little bitch. Whoever is causing the problem can think about it overnight and hopefully realize the error of their ways and rectify it. You too, Manny. You reflect and rectify as well.
edit: Because I am a completely paranoid nutbag I just threw on a pair of sneakers and ran down to the dorm computer lab to see if Flickr would work on their computers. Hey, it's my last year in the dorms, I may as well take advantage. It's not appearing down there either, so the problem is either somehow with the dorm internet connection, or with Flickr itself. This is much more comforting than if the problem was with my computer, because both those things are much more likely to get fixed in a timely fashion than my computer would be. Also, I know the people who run Flickr are on another time zone quite removed from eastern (either west coast time or British time, I can't quite tell, I know the person who started it used to be involved with b3ta, which is a predominantly British phenomenon. Point being, it could be on the mend as we speak. All this means, basically, is that I'm batshit insane and want my Flickr back now plzkthnx.
edit this afternoon: Well, at least I'm not going insane. Still, that tells us exactly NOTHING about what is causing this, or when it'll be fixed, and OH MY GOD DOES THIS SUCK. At least I know it's a University problem and not just my machine, I guess.
Labels: baseball, MLB, Red Sox