Tuesday, June 27, 2006


I said I would make it home for the beginning of tonight's game, and here I am. It's amazing how much more relaxed Red Sox fans are now that they got a ring.

We should all, Metropolitan and Red Sox fan alike, remember that we're all on the same team here. We all relish playing those evil douchebags across town. The U.S. and Canada may not see eye to eye on everything, but let's not throw the NAFTA out with the bathwater. Again, remember, we're all friends here. Friendly bets only.

Fenway Park is great. If you haven't ever seen a game there you owe it to yourself to. It's the way baseball is supposed to be. And I'll tell you why. Baseball is a game for kids. And Fenway looks like the places you played as a kid. Kind of, not really, but you get the point. Maybe you had a deep centerfield in your yard with a stormpipe that would unexpectedly create triples. Maybe you loved to hit cheap homers down the rightfield line. Or maybe a tall garage wall in left. It's kids playing a game all over again. Say you're back in the hood, back with your homeboys. Go to the Buick. Turn around. I'll throw it to ya. It's improvised, and it works because baseball fields are at their best when they're perfectly important.

Now, lets give 'em the big legdrop off the ropes!!!

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