Bye bye, Lucky

Just wanted to note that I had to say goodbye to my sister tonight. I think it went well. We had a normal evening watching the game ( wow, I never noticed Jesus Colome was so... fine ) and whatnot.

God, I am going to miss her.

I'll be at McCoy tomorrow night. By the way, I was way off with Charlie Zink. He didn't come in until the 4th inning due to flight complications. Juan Perez did the first 3 and was allegedly outstanding. But, still!

Fatty McMalaska's pitching tomorrow. Let's see him try and replicate his last start!

PS They're out of contention at this point and I am running out of ball games. This depresses me more than it should.


Pawtucket right now

Charlie Zink the Knuckleball Kid got called up to Pawtucket and has held the Ottawa Lynx scoreless through 7. Three hits. Bottom of the eighth right now. Go, CZ! Hmm, Stern's in Pawtucket, too.

Last time I was at the park Malaska had to start because big mean old Boston's been thieving their pitching hardcore. I was not expecting much but I was pleasantly surprised when he went 6 innings, zero runs, 3 hits, and 9 K's. Tim Bausher, who I am in love with, closed that one out. Ricky Bottalico handled 7 and 8 but he retired recently when he found out he wasn't gonna get called up.

I have mixed feelings about call-ups. I am of course happy for them but it sucks not being able to see The Great Petagine and Abe "I don't know how to say 'catcher' in Spanish" Alvarez.

One of these days I'm gonna get all my scorecards, photos and ticket stubs in order and compile a bomb-ass PawSox scrapbook.

Youks died


Goodbye, Nomar. Hello, Holy Trinity!

The Father ( Dave Roberts )

The Son ( Orlando Cabrera )


The Holy Spirit (Mientkiewiecz )

Lucky gave me her scrapbooks to look after after she moves far away last night and oh, my god. It was so amazing to see all that stuff from 2003. Um, except for the painful ending. We were just crazy that year. I can't even begin to think about how much money we spent on baseball!


"Ah, Ziggy. Will you ever win?"

I used to really like Bronson Arroyo.

I remember him as the skinny kid in Pawtucket with the bad JT hair and the "hi-yaaah" leg kick who pitched a perfect game.

And then exceeding my expectations as a starter in 2004 ... the post-season Yankee K's... all of it. Even earlier this year when I spoiled his near no-hitter in Seattle!

Total plateau-age. I don't expect a lot of innings from him anymore. Not seeing as many strikeouts. His cool confidence is misguided - it's gone toward his oblivious release of a CD stuffed with Jarrod's nightclub cover band music. "Slide" by the Goo Goo Dolls? Are you freaking kidding me?

Not to mention his Boston Tiger Beat status and the whole partying with blonde college freshmen.

Arroyo didn't clear waivers so I s'pose we're "stuck" with him. I'm expecting more, Loserhead. Please help alleviate my boredom with this lifeless team. One more homestand in Pawtucket and then I might have to move to Mexico for Winter Ball. Otherwise I might have to start watching hockey.


It's Friday night, Doris

Well... tonight I'm going downtown to a bad place with some cool people. I have to decide how much information I'm going to let through at this point.

FINE! I'm going to Club Hell with Lucky, Vee, Tim and Joe. When I say Club Heck is bad, I don't mean in a cool way. It's just bad.

I'm not listening to the game.

I may not drink tonight, either. Except beer.