Man, what a heartbreaker! I sure wouldn't want to be Jonathan Buckner ... er, Papelbon, right about now.
After Sunday's game ended (L.A. 7, Red Sox 6), I immediately called the sports desk at the Press Herald and suggested "Pap smeared!" for the 80-point headline. I have been waiting for just such an opportunity.
Mike agreed that it was apt, if highly tasteless.
What I've been wondering lately is, what's going to happen if the World Series is the Angels vs. the Dodgers? Will anyone watch it outside of California? Will advertisers even bother with it? I seriously doubt anyone here on the East Coast will be staying up until 1 a.m. to watch intermural L.A. games.
It's moot, anyway. It's going to be the Yankees vs. somebody. And personally, I think the umpires in the ALDS were crooked. How could they call a perfectly clear double (Twins) a foul ball? And their strike zones were like those crazy mirrors in Perry's Nuthouse -- distorted and exaggerated.
Let's use this little breather until the World Series to get our covens together and start casting spells on Derek Jeter and A-Rod. Oh, and Hideki Matsui and Johnny Damon, the traitor. And Sabathia and Pettitte, and Posada and Rivera. Next to watching the Red Sox, seeing the Yankees lose is our favorite pastime.
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