A few thoughts before I start panicking because I haven't done any homework this weekend:
1. I have to offer grudging congratulations to Derek Jeter for becoming the Yankees' all-time hits leader. To be the best hitter in the history of a club that fielded Lou Gehrig, Babe Ruth, and Mickey Mantle is pretty damn impressive. Now go burn in hell, Jeter.
2. The Sox are well on their way to dealing the Rays their 11th consecutive loss (it's 4-0 Boston in the ninth inning as I write this). Tampa's last three series have come against very good teams--Detroit, the Yanks, and us--but losing 11 straight is one hell of a way to take yourself out of the playoff race. Better luck next year, boys.
3. Daisuke Matsuzaka will be back on the mound on Tuesday after missing almost three months with shoulder problems; the question now will be whether he'll be the Dice-K of last year (18-3 with a 2.9o ERA) or the one from earlier this season (1-5, 8.23). Dice was the MVP of this year's World Baseball Classic, but you really have to wonder how the added stress on a pitcher's arm from playing in those games will effect that pitcher in the regular season. Based on what I've seen from Dice-K this season--which hasn't been much, since his longest start this year was 5.2 innings--I have to say that the WBC should either be scrapped entirely or should enforce a pitch count similar to the Little League World Series.
4. Theo Epstein apparently doesn't read my blog, or he would have called up at least one of my Backseat GM spotlights by now. That hurts, Theo.
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Thursday, September 10, 2009
I'm Going To Hate Myself For This Post
It's damn near impossible to be a Red Sox fan without occasionally complaining about the Yankees. There's been so much history between the two teams that they share a grossly twisted symbiotic relationship; you can't have one without the other.
My typical posts about the Yankees involve me bitching and moaning about how much I hate them (I run a 774-member Facebook group titled "Yankee Hater," for example). There are exceedingly rare instances, however, when even New York's staunchest anti-fan must concede a point to the Bronx Bastards. This is one of those instances, and this is why I'm going to be so disgusted with myself that I won't be able to sleep tonight.
Last night, Yankee captain Derek Jeter tied Lou Gehrig atop the New York all-time hits list with 2,721. Jeter executed a bunt single in the first inning against the Rays to break an 0-for-12 slump, and finished his three-hit night in the seventh inning by lining a single to right to tie the Iron Horse.
Jeter received a standing ovation from the sellout crowd at George Steinbrenner's Scale Model of Yankee Stadium, and (this is where I'm going to burn in Red Sox hell) I must say that he deserved it. There's a reason why he's one of only two designated team captains in the Majors; he's a damn good ballplayer.
Tying Gehrig is a remarkable accomplishment for anyone. Jeter is a class act; I hate the guy with a fiery passion for playing in the pinstripes, but I have to respect what he's done for baseball and his club. He would be an excellent role model if he played for any other team in the league. Of course, as long as random schmucks with PhotoShop give us pictures like this, he will continue to be a source for Red Sox ridicule. Thank God for technology.
And now, a poem I wrote while bored in a high school math class:
There once was a shortstop named Jeter
Who everyone knew was a cheater.
He swung and struck out
With a whine and a pout
And to the Red Sox, nothing was sweeter
My typical posts about the Yankees involve me bitching and moaning about how much I hate them (I run a 774-member Facebook group titled "Yankee Hater," for example). There are exceedingly rare instances, however, when even New York's staunchest anti-fan must concede a point to the Bronx Bastards. This is one of those instances, and this is why I'm going to be so disgusted with myself that I won't be able to sleep tonight.
Last night, Yankee captain Derek Jeter tied Lou Gehrig atop the New York all-time hits list with 2,721. Jeter executed a bunt single in the first inning against the Rays to break an 0-for-12 slump, and finished his three-hit night in the seventh inning by lining a single to right to tie the Iron Horse.
Jeter received a standing ovation from the sellout crowd at George Steinbrenner's Scale Model of Yankee Stadium, and (this is where I'm going to burn in Red Sox hell) I must say that he deserved it. There's a reason why he's one of only two designated team captains in the Majors; he's a damn good ballplayer.
Tying Gehrig is a remarkable accomplishment for anyone. Jeter is a class act; I hate the guy with a fiery passion for playing in the pinstripes, but I have to respect what he's done for baseball and his club. He would be an excellent role model if he played for any other team in the league. Of course, as long as random schmucks with PhotoShop give us pictures like this, he will continue to be a source for Red Sox ridicule. Thank God for technology.
And now, a poem I wrote while bored in a high school math class:
There once was a shortstop named Jeter
Who everyone knew was a cheater.
He swung and struck out
With a whine and a pout
And to the Red Sox, nothing was sweeter
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