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Someone in Philly is my hero!

In The Sporting Life on November 3, 2009 at 2:00 pm

Last night during Game 5 of the World Series, Fox cameras caught the sign of the decade, as written by a Phillies fan.  As you may recall on this blog months ago, I ripped into A-Rod for his pink lips and how he wasn’t good enough to put any of them on one of my favorite bottles of beer.

Well, a few things have changed since then.  A-Rod’s lips have been all over Kate Hudson.  Win for A-Rod.  But they have also given ridiculously annoying soundbites about his friends on the team like “Jete” and “Swish” and “Butt Buddy.”  Sure, that last one may have been made up, but it is a great nickname for Jorge Posada.  Probably most importantly, they have spouted empty words in the form of apologies for being outed as a steroid user.

And, with the World Series shifting into Novemeber and temperatures dropping, his pink lips have become purple lips.  The sign during the game last night documented this, simply written in black, “Purple Lipped Roid Freak.”  The Red Sox may not have made the world series, but I can rest assured knowing that A-Rod is feeling the proper amount of hatred in visiting ballparks.


Jacoby “The Jet” Ellsbury and the mad dash at Fenway

In The Sporting Life on April 26, 2009 at 11:15 pm

“They say The Jet’s lost a step or two… but I wouldn’t be surprised to see some fireworks here… The Jet’s got a suicide lead and… And there he goes! He’s stealing home! I don’t believe it!… He’s stealing home!…. He’s stealing home, and they don’t see him! The pitch!.. He’s hit the dirt! He’s safe! Safe!… Safe! Safe! Safe!… I don’t believe it! The Jet stole home! The Jet stole home!”

That prophetic Scotty Smalls call of Benny “The Jet” Rodriguez stealing home for the Dodgers in The Sandlot was not repeated tonight, but the play described was, when Jacoby Ellsbury stole home against Andy Pettite and the Yankees.  With a 2-1 lead with two outs in the bottom of the 5th inning and a J.D Drew, a lefty, at the plate, Pettite was pitching with a full windup.  An audible roar went up from the crowd, which usually means a streaker is on the field, but this time it was for Ellsbury streaking for the plate, ultimately diving in ahead of catcher Jorge Posada’s tag.

Also, because the entire process took about three seconds and this was real life and not a movie, announcer Jon Miller really didn’t have a shot to top Smalls’s call (“You’re killin’ me Smalls!).  But it still felt like The Jet was back, especially because Ellsbury is pretty much a dead ringer for Rodriguez.

Classic life imitating art

Classic life imitating art

Having Ellsbury steal home on Sunday was up there with Kevin Youkilis hitting a walk-off homerun in the bottom of the 11th on Friday night.  The steal helped propel the Sox to the win that clinched the 3 game sweep of the Yankees and of the 9 game home stand.

As for the Yankees getting swept, that’s what happens when “you play ball like a girl!”

Curt Schilling is annoying, and a wall of inspiration for the ages

In Come on!, The Sporting Life on March 1, 2009 at 1:50 pm

Curt Schilling was a catalyst for the Red Sox in both 2004 and 2007, bringing the World Series title back to Boston for the first time in 87 years and then again 3 years later.  When he’s on your team, you love him.  He’s fiery and talented, and seems like he cares about nothing else but winning.  He pitches through injuries, and pitches well, especially in big games: he’s 11-2 in playoff games he’s started.  If he’s not on your team, however, he is pretty annoying.  And he’s not on my team any longer.

Obviously I’ll always love him for helping bring two titles to Boston, but pretty much every time I hear from Schilling nowadays, I wish he would just stuff a bloody sock in it.  Today, signing onto, the headline “Schilling: Rays, Cubs would provide ‘challenge'” was one of the featured articles.

Sure, he is one of the greatest big game pitchers in baseball, but he’s also perhaps the greatest big mouthed pitcher in the majors.  In the article, he claims there is about a “20% chance” he will return to the majors this season.  Since when is a 1/5th chance of something happening newsworthy?  When there is a 20% chance of rain on, I leave the umbrella at home.

A born again Christian and staunch Republican, he fires opinions off as frequently as fastballs, becoming a lightning rod for controversy with every team he plays with.  Is he talented? Yes.  Is he annoying? Yes.  Is it worth having him on your team?  Absolutely.  Just ask the Phillies, Diamondbacks or Red Sox.  He brought the former to the world series and won a combined three with the latter two.   He’s a winner.  And a loudmouth.

This is more like it

This is more like it

Searching through pictures of Schilling on the web, I was lucky enough to come across Ricciardi’s “Wall of Inspiration.” To a T, I am inspired by every person on this list.  Except Barry Bonds- I kind of hate him.  But Marybeth Ricciardi, Michael Ricciardi and Kathleen McCann?  I have no idea what these people do, but the fact that they’re doing it, that inspires me.

Now starting in centerfield, a member of my buddylist

In The Sporting Life on January 8, 2009 at 8:32 pm

Since we met during the summer of 2002, I have been virtually guaranteed at least two semi-apologetic text messages from Cali (the friend, not the state: please refer to the JSF About page if confused) during the stretch from October-February, always after the Yankees sign one of the best free agents on the market.  This year has been no different, with the Yankees taking home the trophy for yet another off-season.

Their off-season signings of CC Sabbathia (best pitcher available) and Mark Teixeira (best player available) were a blow to me as a Red Sox fan transposed in New York, but 1/8/09 will go down as the day that the Red Sox made me believers in their off-season plan.  Not only did they sign one of my favorite pitchers (like many others in the TBS generation, the Braves were my favorite team not playing in Boston), John Smoltz, they also inked Rocco Baldelli to a one-year deal to be… their fourth outfielder.

Sure, on paper the Yankees have done the most to add to last year’s team in order to challenge Tampa Bay (I can’t believe I just wrote that) for the AL East title next season, but here’s why I’m excited:

John “The Elder Statesman” Smoltz:
While Sabbathia is entering his prime in terms of age, he is crossing into the realm of people who can’t even use the industrial size scale at the doctor’s office.  He hasn’t proven he can win in the playoffs, and the Red Sox always hit him well.  On the other hand, John Smoltz has old balls.  He has been pitching for 21 years, is coming off surgery, and has never pitched in the American League.  But as either a fourth or fifth starter or Jonathan Papelbon’s set-up man, he has the ability to be, in a Boston accent, wicked freakin’ huge.

Rocco “The Rhode Island Rocket” Baldelli:
After coming in third in the 2003 Rookie of the Year voting, Rocco has had some medical set-backs and hasn’t been able to achieve the stardom that many expected of him.  That’s all about to change now that he is a Red Sox.  I’ve dreamed of this moment since discovering that Baldelli was high school classmates with one of my best friends and college basketball teammate, Yak.  While living together during our junior year, I was able to pry Yak away from diligently studying at his computer (and by that I mean he was housing Papa John’s pizza in the living room) long enough to acquire Baldelli’s IM name.  The screenname is still in my buddy list, though he has not been online in years.  I mean, it was cool enough when I had a Devil Ray’s screenname, but the fact that I have the (perhaps former) screenname of a BOSTON RED SOX is enough to make me giddy.

Old Man River (Reliever and Spot Starter) + Rhode Island’s Finest (Back-Up Outfielder) = Championship in ’09!