So, the bidding on that David Ortiz jersey rescued from the concrete of Yankee Stadium? It hit $100,000 at 9:30 this morning in an online auction to benefit the Jimmy Fund.
According to New York Post, "The winning bidder also will attend a 2008 Red Sox home game and get a new David Ortiz road jersey and a New York Yankees Universe T-shirt."
There's an easy dig somewhere there about that, but not here. A hundred grand, and counting (auction ends today at 12:30). If this is what Hank Steinbrenner meant about the Red Sox and Yankees working together someday, oddly enough, we're all for it.
Coming to a ballpark near you, Ms. Heidi Watney...
Watney, formerly of Fresno, joins NESN's Red Sox broadcasts next month, filling the role recently vacated by Tina Cervasio. Is it safe to assume this is the headshot she included with her resume?
Mike Bibby needs to do his homework.
In a moment of frustration, stupidity, what have you, the art deco guard ripped into Celtics fans yesterday, wondering where all the "bandwagon" fans that attended Game 1 of the Celtics-Hawks playoff series were last season when he came to Boston with Sacramento.
"I played here last year, too. And I didn't see three fourths of them."
Au contraire, Bib. Sunday's attendance came in at 18,624. On the night of the game of which you speak, Jan. 19, 2007, 16,019 fans filled the Garden to watch a Celtics team that had won one home game since November.
For Bibby's formula to work, it would mean that only 4,656 fans would have been in attendance for the Celtics-Kings game last season. So, he's only off by about 11,000. Sweet job, dude.
But have fun tonight. We're sure you didn't rile them up at all.
I really can't get enough of Dustin Pedroia in these awful Sullivan Tire commercials. This is easily the best of the lot though. I don't know how he conveys such emotion in his acting when Jim Rice walks on the scene. It's like you're there with him, and really, you can't believe it's Jim Rice either. That's a special talent. Truly special.
When the Red Sox play in Tampa Friday night, Rays fans will have a little extra oomph in their support. It's Cowbell Night at Tropicana Field.
"Fans dressed in Rays gear will be given a clanging cowbell to be shaken only when the opposing batter has two strikes or the other team's fans decide to start up a cheer."
I give Dustin Pedroia about 11 seconds before he explodes.
Still, the Rays are doing their part to promote intelligent cowbell protocol.
Rays fan Carey Strukel, otherwise known as "The Cowbell Kid" told the Tampa Tribune:
"When you're beating it for absolutely no reason," that's not good,"but if it's in the ear of a Yankee fan, that's okay in my eyes."
See, we've all learned something today.
Hopefully this poor soul didn't get stuck in the Montreal riots afterward.
Somewhere in between the third or fourth time that obnoxious NESN goal jangle sounded off last night (I can't imagine the meeting that led to this feature. "Hey, everyone hates Fox. Let's be like Fox!"), indicating another Montreal tally, the Bruins were nice enough to alert us that 2008-09 season tickets are on sale now. The message was crawling across the bottom of the TV screen, just beneath the score box announcing the Canadiens' ever-increasing rout.
Apparently they had given up, pushing next year's seats instead of the next round.
For one week, hockey mattered again in Boston. For 48 hours, it even went mainstream thanks to Saturday's electric night at the Garden, the most significant night the Bruins have had in the new building. It was a stunning series, Boston pushing Montreal to the brink after going winless against the Canadiens all season, playing with a toughness and intensity that can go terribly wrong in playoff hockey if not done properly.
But as for the hope that big-time hockey is suddenly "back" in Boston? Not so fast.FULL ENTRY
Hey, Canadiens fans, you've just won Game 7 of a quarterfinal playoff series. What are you going to do next?
Riot, of course.
I mean, why not? The Canadiens are now one of only eight teams advancing to the next round, after beating the Bruins in Game 7 last night, 5-0. Congrats, Montreal. Vous avez bien mérité.
If the bidding gets too high on that David Ortiz jersey that was rescued from the concrete of the future Yankee Stadium, perhaps you would be inclined to bid on a genuine replica.
That's one one seller is hoping on eBay, offering up a replica that is "One of a kind." OK.
"Also includes CEMENT MARKINGS and residue!!!"
Well, we're sold. Hurry, you only have two more days. It's already up to $1,000. We do hope, however, that bidders are taking their time and understanding this isn't the genuine article and that the cash isn't going to charity.
If you actually want to bid on the real one and help support the Jimmy Fund, you can do so here. If you're all for misleading the public in the name of duping charity, go for the previous link.
Just when you thought a baseball game couldn't be any more drawn out than Sunday night's 3:55 torture complete with Joe Morgan, last night's 4:08 affair comes along and shoots it right out of the park.
In their last two meetings, the Red Sox and Yankees have played 18 innings of regulation at the inanely slow pace of eight hours, three minutes combined. That's about two entire hours more than your normal, run-of-the-mill pair of major league games normally are expected to last. And if you're looking for a direct comparison, take last night's Mariners-A's game that was played in 2:09 as Exhibit A.
I understand there's plenty of controversy over NESN's decision to carry tonight's Red Sox-Yankees game in HD, relegating the Bruins playoff game (a PLAYOFF game) against the Canadiens to a secondary channel. While I can't explain all the decision-making, this one seemed an easy one, didn't it? Carry the playoff game in HD, and once that's over, switch the HD feed over to the Bronx around 9:30. You'll miss, what, three or four innings?FULL ENTRY
Hank Steinbrenner wasn't kidding.
In an apparent ode to his claim that Red Sox Nation was a joke, and nothing compared to the "Yankee Universe," an astronaut will throw out tonight's ceremonial first pitch when New York and Boston begin a two-game series at Yankee Stadium.
From space. As in outer.
According to the New York Daily News, it will be the first ceremonial first pitch in Yankee history thrown from space. Gee, really?
[NASA astronaut Dr. Garrett] Reisman, a lifelong Yankee fan, carried a Yankee banner, a cap autographed by George Steinbrenner and a pile of dirt from the Yankee Stadium pitcher's mound with him onboard the International Space Station on March 12.
The New Jersey native said throwing the first pitch will be a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
"I am really honored to have this opportunity, in such a historic season, in the House that Ruth Built," he said.
Space? Even Dwight Evans didn't have that good an arm.
So...this is how the streets of Boston looked the past few days, packed with Canadiens fans. Now we know how Baltimore feels when it gets invaded by Red Sox fans. The resemblence is uncanny.
Or, maybe not.
This might be off-topic, but while watching last night's Canadiens-Bruins game, I flipped around and could have sworn that ESPN was carrying a two-hour special breaking down the release of the NFL schedule. TWO HOURS. On the SCHEDULE? I pity the seven poor souls who sat through the whole thing. Not that I have anything against Raider fans, but...
Well, Dr. Craig Morgan has officially pulled out the idle “I’m running away from home” threat in regards to longtime patient Curt Schilling since the Red Sox didn't play nice.
According to Morgan, the Red Sox rehabber is “angry” over how the team insisted he attempt therapy on his injured right shoulder in place of Morgan’s recommended surgery, one which the doctor warned if he did not follow through with, he might never pitch again.
Oh, but he’s not just your typical, growling Curt Schilling kind angry. Morgan hinted he might be peeved enough to go play for the New York Yankees next season. Cue panic in the streets. Maybe the Red Sox should give him another $8 million to not pitch for them next season too just to prevent this madness from happening.
“He [Schilling] called me when he was angry about a month ago and was having recurrent pain, and said 'Listen, I want to pitch again next year,' and the possibility of the New York [Yankees] option, he would consider. He didn't say he was going to do it, he didn't do any of that. I think it was in part of anger,” Morgan told ESPN Radio in Philadelphia yesterday.
Honestly, we don’t see it. What sort of history have the Yankees shown recently for signing pitchers past their prime?
For the record, Schilling went on WEEI with Dennis and Callahan this morning – after Morgan went on the local airwaves and reiterated the possible "threat" – and insisted that his doc must have "misremembered."FULL ENTRY
Just wondering, when the Yankees filled that hole yesterday did they bury their dignity?
Let's put aside for a moment the attention-seeking construction worker Gino Castignoli, who just couldn't wait until the new Yankee Stadium was finished before spilling to the press that he'd buried a David Ortiz jersey in fresh cement in the hopes of cursing the new digs. As if you thought we could ignore this ridiculous story, the Yankees went and dug up the offending jersey, spending five hours yesterday jack hammering through concrete, in hopes of avoiding decades of frustration and aggravation because of a shirt buried beneath their home.
Thanks for wasting everybody's time.
It always has been New York, not Boston, obsessed with paranormal fits of fate. Looking for the Babe's piano and the mayor's cookie crumbling were wavering moments, but most Bostonians scoffed at mentions of curses and voodoo while their teams made it increasingly frustrating at times not to give into an easy crutch for their misfortune, Yankee fans reveled in it, seemingly believing that all the woes in Boston were thanks to a dead, fat home run hitter.FULL ENTRY
What took so long?
Here we are, almost three weeks into the regular season, 10 games by the boards and three countries visited, and we're just now getting our first Red Sox-Yankees series?
I was seriously beginning to worry.
There had to be legitimate concern that baseball had forgotten, that it had failed to remember the suffocating rivalry it has on its hands, scheduling a mere 18 games this season between these two clubs, the silver and gold of the league.
But no worry. Tonight, the wait it over. The Red Sox and Yankees will "renew their rivalry" at Fenway Park, where the two storied antagonists will finally get things going.
Might want to be careful renting from Avis.
Where were you, April 19, 2004?
If you were here, you should remember it clearly, an 80-degree Patriots Day in Boston that featured a slate of glorious early spring gifts aside from the weather.
As the Boston Marathon streamed through the streets and avenues of the Commonwealth, the Red Sox beat the Yankees, 5-4, taking three out of four from a four-game weekend series, sparking excitement six months before their epic October resurgence would take place. It was your typical Patriots Day fare until the Patriots made jaws drop across the region, announcing they’d pulled off a trade for All-Pro running back Corey Dillon, as Super Bowl dreams and back-to-back became a reality.
Good news was flowing as fast as the beverages of spectators up and down Beacon and Boylston, talking equal amounts of Sox and Pats as the athletic builds of friends and family whittled by in the heat. And as if that weren’t all enough to keep excited tongues busy, there was the little matter of a Game 7 to be played later that night. Summer breeze, hot Sox, a new football superstar in town, and the prospects of watching the Bruins get it together finally against the Canadiens, or risk blowing a 3-1 series lead.
It remains the last playoff game the Boston Bruins have played.FULL ENTRY
Love is in the air at Fenway Park. The Red Sox are world champs, Neil Diamond will sing on a Hot August Night, and Sox Appeal is back for a second season of flirtations and libations. Yet nothing aimed more for the heart than the Bill Buckner love-fest.
The former Red Sox first baseman - and object of baseball lore - returned to Fenway yesterday for the 2008 home opener, his first trip to the Fens since 1986 ... no, actually '87 ... er, '90 ...
... his first trip to the Fens since 1997 and received a warm welcome from the Fenway fans, who apparently have "forgiven" Buckner for his gaffe in the '86 World Series. It all struck me as a little odd, especially considering those who actually remember the whole incident will instead forever place blame on John McNamara's shoulders. But I guess Buckner is easier to blame because his error was dramatic and tangible evidence of the choke while McNamara's buffoonery at Shea Stadium was largely ignored.
However, flash forward to 2003, and only a small percentage of the population holds Pedro Martinez liable for what happened a few miles to the north of Queens, directing their venom instead at Grady Little. Little never managed another game in a Red Sox uniform after Game 7. McNamara was on the bench for another 1 1/2 seasons, helped largely by the fact that Buckner's error snowballed into an almost mythical sign of consistent failure. It was easier to blame "curses" rather than stupid managerial decisions.FULL ENTRY
Red Sox chairman Tom Werner predicted that the surprise individual throwing out today’s ceremonial first pitch would give everyone goosebumps, which I suppose rules out the likes of Roger Clemens or Eric Gagne.
Thirty-Seven Feet Up takes a few guesses as to whom it could be:
- Schilling’s bloody sock
- Dave Roberts
- Neil Diamond
Diamond would be the surprise, but goosebumps? Eh. Joe Andruzzi might make a fine candidate. Bill Buckner remains a hot rumor.
Jeff Goldberg of the Hartford Courant has a guess, and we hope he’s right: Jordan Leandre.
“Jordan is the courageous young Jimmy Fund patient who has had Fenway Park cheering for four years by singing the National Anthem 10 times,” Goldberg writes. “In 2007, Jordan took the good feelings to a whole new level. Just months after being free of braces on his legs, Jordan celebrated Jimmy Fund Radio Telethon day by running the bases at Fenway Aug. 18, between games of a day-night doubleheader against the Angels (Clay Buchholz's major league debut, incidentally). Who could possibly give goosebumps more than this young hero, whose dash around the bases was a signature moment of the 2007 season?”
Perfect. Of course, now if it isn’t Leandre, we’re probably going to be disappointed.
Give us your own guesses in the comments section.
The Big Lead points us in the direction of yet another perfectly awful commercial from old friend Bronson Arroyo.
Not sure about you, but it's the locks blowing in the wind that does it for me.
Not that Dustin Pedroia has anything to crow about, of course.
Through a whopping 4.3 percent of their 2008 schedule, the Red Sox find themselves in last place for the first time in three years after getting swept in Toronto over the weekend by the AL East darling Blue Jays.
Like the Globe and Mail’s Jeff Blair writes today, so what?
The Red Sox are just 3-4 to start their campaign, and finally play a home game tomorrow after their long, strange trip (had you heard?) took them from Florida to Chicago to Japan to Los Angeles to the Bay Area to Toronto to Boston. But they’re not using a two-week case of jet lag and dirty laundry as an excuse for their start. Not yet.FULL ENTRY
So, this is the Blue Jays' year, eh?
Such annual hope for these Canadian birds has become a sort of measuring stick among preseason prognosticators. Once again, there are those who think Toronto can beat out the Yankees and the Red Sox this season for the American League East crown.
Then there are those who live in real world.
That's not to say it's impossible. Heck, if last season taught us anything it's that even one of the most bumbling franchises in recent memory can make a stunning run to the World Series. But go ahead and tell me how many of those picking the Jays to win the division did not do so with the caveat, "if they stay healthy," or as we like to call it, the out clause.FULL ENTRY
It is impossible to label it an imperative evening -- there isn’t really anything that amounts to an important start in April -- but tonight is sort of the beginning of figuring out Daisuke Matsuzaka’s American baseball fate.
Is he really the pitcher the Red Sox felt confident enough to dump $100 million worth of confidence into? Or is he little better than a No. 3 starter, more valuable to the franchise in terms of overseas marketing and development?
Is he really a Cy Young Award contender, as some have opined? Or is he destined for simply a nice, healthy career like that of fellow Japanese pitcher Hideo Nomo?
Is he willing to adapt his arsenal for the American game? Or will he continue to nibble at corners and frustrate those who think he has the stuff to go after hitters more?FULL ENTRY