Friday, July 27, 2007

* Now that’s what I call a slugfest.

(And Wily Mo had four hits! If we’re gonna trade him, the time is now.)

Hopefully taking three of four from the team with the best home record in baseball bodes well for the future. We have been playing well lately, even in the games we’ve been losing.

Manny’s tearing the proverbial cover off. Schilling’s looking good and is due back soon.

Let’s keep it up, so our visit to Tampa is a happy one. (And not, say, like this one.)

* Just got a copy of Chuck Burgess and Bill Nowlin’s Love That Dirty Water: The Standells and the Improbable Red Sox Victory Anthem and have been flipping through it happily.

It’s an exhaustive biography that focuses not just on the titular band — who, as we all know, were actually from Los Angeles — and their biggest hit, but also on the music careers of other Red Sox folk: Tony C, John Kiley, Mickey McDermott, and, of course, “Tessie.”

It’s well worth a read.

* And, finally, the Factory-Wrapped Douche of the Week Award goes to....

Michael Ventre!

I’d make fun of him, but after seeing him so completely obliterated by Ken Tremendous, it would be redundant. I wouldn’t want to pile on.

Some truly astonishing idiocy there. Must be seen to be believed.

7/27/2007 5:33:43 PM by Mike Miliard | Comments [0] |