In a bitter protest, refusing to pen the 3,000th “Melky Cabrera’s catch was the greatest of all time,” piece, let’s bounce around the room, shall we?
I know that because these Sox-Yanks games are so under the magnifying glass that we feel compelled to blow up how good or bad a specific performance may be. That being said, David Pauley did a superb job last night. Very impressive. He is on the mound, as Jules Winnfield might say, like Fonzie. He’s cool.
In fact, it can’t be magnified enough in my mind. Has he earned another start? You might be jumping up and down right now, screaming absolutely, you dolt, which is fine, and actually much nicer than some of the e-mails anyway. Well, does he? Depends on how well Jonathan Lester (wink) pitches Saturday (though that start was put in doubt with Wednesday’s rainout), in which case he’ll take the No. 5 slot. But do I like Pauley out of the bullpen? Why not? If you’re in dire need of a double play, he may be the ground-ball guy to get it done.
David Wells is more hurt than was originally suspected. Shocker. How’s Dave Roberts look now?
Actually, never mind Wells, take a good, hard, long look at Willie Harris. How’s Dave Roberts look now?
Stupid observation No. 1: Did you know if you type in just “Sox” in a Google search, the Chicago White Sox are the top entry to show up? Get Lucchino on that, eh?
I sympathize with Terry Francona wanting to get Pauley the win last night, but this isn’t like some co-ed game of pin the tail on the donkey. The Sox had already gotten six innings out of Pauley, more than they could have possibly expected, but decided to let the kid load up the bases and see if he could pitch out of things for a chance to win. No dice. In comes Rudy Seanez, and there goes the game.
By the way, in the situation he was brought into the game last night (two outs with runners in scoring position), Seanez has a 12.27 ERA this season: He has allowed eight runs to score (five his own) over 3 2/3 innings.
On this date a year ago, Jason Varitek was batting .318. His 0 for 4 last night dropped him to .236 this season.
It’s easy to make fun of the Major League Baseball draft in that most of us don’t have a clue who these dudes are. Excuses. Just another reason to look forward to another summer of the Cape League, where you can bone up on the kids before they become pros next year. Games begin next Thursday, a sure sign of summer in Massachusetts.
I don’t mind soccer. I have a problem with the fact that 99 percent of our children want to play it over any other sport out there, creating a dearth of resources for our other games, but I hold no ill will toward international football. Spent a week in Barbados recently with the Brits. They carry around transistors everywhere, groups huddled over the bar holding their breath on every…um, kick. That is, after all, the passion that sports at their best can produce.
That being said, I’m going to try to watch more than 10 minutes of World Cup action over the next month. I want to understand what such a tournament means for the rest of the world, the importance it has for small and large countries alike, but I fear my attention span is going to drift far too much between ESPN and the giggling escapades of Rachael Ray. I went to a Cup game at Foxborough back in 1994 and it remains one of the most thrilling sporting events I’ve ever attended. Pageantry, really, is the only way to describe it. But if one more person tells me why the World Cup needs to matter to me these next few weeks, I’m going to join the curling public relations department, I swear.
Here’s the guy you missed run onto the field last night:
And the ensuing takedown:
The LA Times’ Bill Dwyre wins the award for surprising nobody by forcing a Grady Little-Pedro Martinez Game 6 reference into the lead of last night’s Dodgers-Mets story: “Once again, Grady Little didn’t take Pedro Martinez out of the game. His Dodgers took care of that, with a big sixth inning.” Oh, brother.
By the way, Derek Lowe got the win in that game, and Nomar Garciaparra hit his seventh home run of the season. When he has enough at-bats, Nomar’s current .363 batting average will lead the National League.
Stupid observation No. 2: On Nomar’s player page on ESPN.com, they list the 1998 ESPY for Breakthrough Athlete as one of his career awards, right even with the Rookie of the Year in 1997. Now, does that go on a player’s Hall of Fame bust too? Right under, “5-time National League MVP” will they now inscribe, “1995 ESPY for best catch?”
Jason Grismley, meet Sal Bonpensiero.
You can check out Grimsley’s affidavit via the Arizona Republic, which reveals that Grimsley agreed to cooperate with investigators from the Internal Revenue Service criminal division minutes after he accepted a mail shipment containing banned drugs. The paper also reveals, “In April, eight months after Grimsley spoke of fixing things and changing things, federal agents caught the new Diamondbacks relief pitcher accepting what he admitted was his 12th shipment of human growth hormone kits through the mail at his Scottsdale home.”
I think it’s high time we form a search party together for every single participant in the Southwest Philadelphia ads and enact a little Baby New York form of justice. How you like your pretzels now, huh?