July 27, 2005
Bring Out Your Dead!
Sweet Jaysus - John Donovan's trying to get Eric Idle to bash the Nats over their collective head so he can toss them on the dead-cart.
C'mon, guy! Yes, we've been skidding since the break. Yes, we're a game behind the Braves now. Yes, statistically we ought to be in a screaming power dive toward the cellar. And maybe we're about to go into one. But we feel happy! At least let us go for a walk first!
Posted by Robert at July 27, 2005 09:18 AM | TrackBackBe serious...they're the frickin' Expos in new clothes. Be happy you got a half season's worth of ride out of that jalopy.
Posted by: TC@LeatherPenguin at July 27, 2005 09:30 AMThe swoon's been pretty bad. I've benched my only Nats player, Vinny Castilla, in favor of the light-hitting Joe Crede of the White Sox.
Bah! This is gut-check time for Nats supporters. Even if they go into the tank, those of us who stick with them will earn the badge of fandom and will be entitled to sneer at those summer soldiers, those sunshine patriots, who suddenly get all enthusiastic only when the team is doing well.
Posted by: Robert the LB at July 27, 2005 10:30 AMyou're talking about all them newfound members of Red Sox Nation, aren't ya?
They annoy me far more than the real thing. You say "Pesky's Pole" and they get this blank look you just want to kick between the eyes....
Posted by: TC@LeatherPenguin at July 27, 2005 10:56 AM'Zackly. In fact, it's out of respect for the gen-u-ine article that I've never called myself a Sawx fan, but rather, a sympathizer.
Posted by: Robert the LB at July 27, 2005 11:12 AMA Red Sox sympathizer? That's kind of like reading Sylvia Plath just for the laughs, isn't it?
I am a lifelong Red Sox fan; but if you manage a fantasy team, you learn to put even your most heartfelt loyalties aside. The only Sox player I had this year was Keith Foulke, who went all Bob Stanley on us this year. I picked up Timlin to replace him, but wouldn't you know it, they go with Schilling as a reliever, who I don't own.
The Sox are terrible enemies, but worse friends. I carry deep psychological scars from 1975, 1978, and 1986. Last year was like a soothing balm placed on an amputated limb. Made me feel better, sure. But doesn't replace the losses and pain I've had following them.
"Pesky's Pole"? I think I came down with a bad case of that one year after the Head of the Charles.
Damn Holyoke chicks!
Don't worry about Robbo, Colossus: I've got enough Sawx scars for both of us. I can recite most of the "Impossible Dream" record narrated by Ken Coleman, having it ingrained upon my brain in the formative years. I mean, the whole sequence when Tony C takes the hit, and things are so dark, and then it cuts into that ragtime-ish "Carlllllllll Yastrzemski! Carllllll Yastrzemski! The man they call Yazzzz...."
Posted by: Steve the LLamabutcher at July 27, 2005 12:09 PM
