The sky's all forboding here in Murray Hill, but I know it's spring. Today the 2006 Red Sox take the field for the first time in the regular season against the Rangers. Of course, they're playing at 2pm, and we all know how I feel about the ESPN.com Gamecast, but what can you do?
I am thrilled to be entering into another turbulent relationship with this shiny new team. Well, sorta shiny and new. We've got Coco, and Wily Mo, and J.T. Snow and Lowell and "A-Gon." And Josh Beckett. And there's still Big Papi and Manny.
We'll see how the optimism of spring training pans out.
Either way, guys, you know I love you. Deeply and desperately.
Also, sometimes it seems like the good folks at Surviving Grady are members of my family. More than ever today, when they post James Earl Jones's speech from the end of Field of Dreams. My dad used to watch (not sure he does these days... what with the no baseball in Switzerland) this very same bit of the movie on each opening day.
Oh, hell yes. Let it begin.
image from boston.com
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An amusing commentary on baseball, journalism, and American culture...
Say It Is So
Even for a nation of make-believers, baseball's musclemen strained credulity
By Joel Achenbach
Sunday, April 2, 2006; Page W09
Baseball is an easy game: All you need is an open field, a bat, a ball, a couple of gloves, a syringe, some Deca Durabolin, some Winstrol, some human growth hormone, some testosterone decanoate, some norbolethone, some trenbolone and some of the fertility drug Clomid.
Read the rest of the article here:
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/03/28/AR2006032801336.html
Yes, yes. That's a good 'un. I especially like the bit about Bonds's head swelling.
Horrible rage-inducing, testicle-shrinking flaxseed oil will do that to you, you know.
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