Sunday, August 20, 2006
I hate to beg, you know, but, Curt, man, we're beggin' you here.
And if you can't pull it off on the field, the very least you can do is pull Beckett aside and give him one of your undoubtedly patented 4 hour lectures. Because even if it doesn't help him sort anything out pitchingwise, it'll still be sufficient punishment for his sins.
Assuming it doesn't get rained out, I'll be out this game, and I would really like two things. One, I would really like the T to still be running when it ends so I am not stranded in downtown Boston. Two, I would really like to not be sitting in a ballpark full of suicidal Red Sox fans. You, Curt, have the power to prevent both.
Actually I would also really like it to not rain during the game, as my seats aren't under cover, but you presumably do not have the power to do anything about that. If you did, we would not be playing this stupid freakin' 5 game set to start with. Although maybe we would, you big drama whore, you.
All I have to say about this last game is that watching Beckett pitch by the end there was not wholly unlike watching someone get hit in the head repeatedly with a ball peen hammer. Wham. Wham. Wham. Yeah. Curt, you really need to have that talk with him. We can't very well be expected to take much more of that.
Labels: baseball, Josh Beckett, loss, MLB, Red Sox