That’s just an open question for any of you sports fans out there. And yes, this shit is so wild to me that I had to go ahead and post TWICE on it.
And once you answer that question, tell me if you’d rather have him or ME, Lakey the Player, out in left field for the Sawks? Wait, let me get this straight, the Sox traded arguably the best hitter in the American League for THIS DUDE?
Unless this mufucka can swim with the pigeons or fly with the fishes, I want nothing to do with him. Seriously, I’m rethinking my affiliation with this team. Cats win a couple world titles and then start to lose their minds. Who do they think was swinging that damn bat, THEO?
Somebody get Barry Bonds on the phone. UNACCEPTABLE!!!!!!
How in the hell can you trade the one indispensable piece in the entire organization for (drumroll) JASON BAY?!!!!
Are you fucking kidding me? Who in the hell is Jason Bay? I’ll have more on this later, but I do not get this at all.
Theo Epstein aint that smart, but Manny is errr was that good. Why not go ahead and trade Big Papi, Beckett and Pappelbon for PacMan Jones, a brick of yayo and a bowl of Manhattan Clam Chowder while you’re at it? I know, why not structure the entire team around “good guys” who give Peter Gammons the most interviews. Idiots!!!!!
A report came out today that Boston Red Sox owner John Henry was “offended” by Manny Ramirez’s comments about his contract situation for the coming season.
Offended? John Henry should be happy Manny even takes his calls. Manny is the commodity, not John Henry. Let’s see what Manny said:
I want no more [expletive] where they tell you one thing and behind your back they do another thing. I think I’ve earned that respect, for a team to sit down with me and tell me this is what we want, this is what we want to do.
And here is John Henry’s reaction:
I find remarks that we have been anything other than completely straightforward to be personally offensive. Manny has been a crucial part of two world championships. I do not believe we would have won either without him. He has never played a more important role than he has thus far this year.
Yeah, you’re damn right you wouldn’t have won EITHER Championship without Manny.
And don’t you forget it. Hey, Manny may be Manny.
He may be loose and child-like, happy go lucky and easy ed, but don’t get it twisted, YOU OWE MANNY RESPECT, NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND.
Manny is the first round Hall of Famer. Manny is the dude who you can pencil in each year to either lead or be close to the leading theleague in RBIs, homers, runs and points up to Jesus Cristos, ok? If Manny says that he doesn’t know where he stands with the organization, then that means you have failed to provide him, your star player, with the requisite amount of comfort and/or communication to make him comfortable.
Do you job rather than talking about how “offended” you are. Offended? This is a man’s game and a man’s business. Talk to Manny. Make him comfortable and watch the wins pile up. And keep Manny’s name out your mouth there unless you’ve got praise for the man. The mere fact that Manny had to say anything is the front office’s fault to begin with.
You need him more than he needs you. He’s delivered while you sat up in the seats eating $8 hotdogs and performing awkward ass high fives. Meanwhile, Manny is at yet another All-Star game making your look good. Get the deal done. It’s just that simple.
Hey man. I’ve pretty much left these Yankees alone this year. I mean, I know they’ve righted that ship a little bit. I mean, kinda, right? They are above .500 and while they’re literally 5.5 games out of first as I type, they seemed like they were making a little comeback. Don’t worry that they already have the worst pitching staff in the American League East AND the highest payroll in the history of Baseball. Anyway, I decided to just leave the thing be, at least, until the end of the playoffs. Right. That was until the one bright spot on that shaky pitching staff, Chien-Ming Wang busted up his foot running the bases in an inter league game.
And now they’re saying homey probably won’t be back until September. Ugly. Lucky for ole Hank Steinbrenner there’s no salary cap in Baseball, because this little accident is going to cost the Yanks in the open market. Let’s face it, their pitching already sucked. They’ve already been out classed by the Sawks, Rays (huh?) and the rest of the AL East is breathing down their necks.
These fools best go ahead and give Jason Giambi’s steroids errrr gold thong (incidentally, which would you rather be accused of, ‘Roids or Gold thonging it?) for some good MLB karma.
But no matter what you suckas do, you’ve got absolutely no answer for the Red Sox’s still incomplete pitching staff or my main mang, Manny.
Consider the power shifted my friends. You’ve got no answer for Manny, Papi, Lowell, Pedroia, Youk, Ellsbury, and the fellas, ok? And you definitely don’t want none of Dice K, Becks, Wakefield and wild Papels. Nah. See those names I just listed, they’re stars. Yall just sitting ’round, looking like some biatches.
Damn, one night and just so much happened in this Boston sports market that it’s hard to keep up. WEEI is going to be off the chain with phone calls tomorrow, that’s for sure. Let’s start with those C’s, I can’t lie, they started out about as shady as Tyler Perry at the church’s All Men’s Choir practice. I mean, shit didn’t look or feel right. Then bad went to worse when Pauly P. hit the floor and clutched that knee piece. I was actually ok with that until they started muting out his words (read curses) as he writhed in pain on the floor.
Then they carried the cat away like he was about to make an unexpected stop at the local glue factory or something:
And when they carted him off in that wheelchair like a little bitch, it just took everything in me to NOT send that “game, set, season” text message I had cued up in my phone to the local peoples. Good thing I didn’t, because dude came back down the ramp looking like Willis Reed meets skip to my lou.
And he was all amped up. I mean, high fiving and heart punching… I must say, given his state just 3 minutes prior, it was pretty fucking terrible and I’m rooting for the Celtics. I can only imagine how awful it looked to the C’s haterz out there. How can you go down like someone shot you, start cursing like your career is suddenly over as you grip tight on that knee piece and literally get carted off like a beeyatch, only to come out hopping around like Peter Cotton Tail, with an extra young headband, on Easter Sunday?
Then you check into the game and play magnificently to the soundtrack of Jim Jones “We Fly High (Ballin)” en route to 22 pts and a C’s win?
I mean, what happened to the knee? Why were you laid out on the ground, crying and all? Something seems fishy… Could it all have been for show?
Then on the same night, the Red Sox turn around and make me remember why they’re my favorite team right about now (the Mets are a mess). Coco Crisp (still not sure how I feel about that name) ran into an infielder in retaliation behind a block of the plate yesterday.
Don’t ask me why, the most uninteresting thing about Baseball (and lord knows with Baseball there is plenty of ‘uninterestingness’ if you will) is this so called “unwritten code.” Look, I don’t know why he did it and I don’t care. All I know is that Coco got thrown at by the pitcher and boy, he wasn’t taking that shit lying down!
Seriously, someone cue up that “neva scared” music, because that’s exactly what happened here and I know that pitcher was scared when he swung wildly and got absolutely nothing but cool Boston air. Peep the fight. First the tight angle.
Then the whole thing.
Sheeeeit, Coco looked like he knew how to throw them thangs, too. He side stepped that punch and juuuuuust missed with a nice right hook. Haaa I love it. Coco is a hard mufucka! I mean, the cat can’t go much more than 170 lbs, right? I guess with a name like Coco, you gotta be hard.
Then Manny and Kevin Youkilis got into it, which I’m fine with.
But someone better tell Kevin Youkilis that he’s Kevin Youakilis. I don’t care what Manny said, he’s Manny and you’re not. Don’t fuck with greatness.
Meanwhile, Manny hit yet another home run and the Red Sox cruised to victory and right into 1.5 game first place lead in the AL East. Good to be in Beantown, for now. Out.
Yo, I’ve been out of pocket over the last couple of days. I know, it’s because I was tending to my ailing Auntie, right? Uhh, nah. The only thing that was being tended to were those plentiful bottles of Grecian Geese I was imbibing by the liter full.
And just so you know, that Grey Goose Gimlet is the perfect weapon for that weekend long bender. Anyway, it’s just a great time to be living in Beantown because this sports culture out here is just fire! Things are happening so fast that I can’t even catch up.
I mean, no sooner than Manny Ramirez jacks out that 500th homer, thereby securing his place in the Baseball Hall of Fame and Red Sox lore forever, he runs off and hits one again. Dude, Manny is a MONSTER at the plate. And while he hasn’t passed my favorite all time baseball player Pedro Martinez yet, homey is truly knocking at that door.
At this point, the only way a cat can keep Manny in the ball park is to go ahead and pitch him a Mariah Carey-Cannon special:
HA! That was terrible. I mean, first off, who does she think she is with that gear? Is this chick a fast ass, facebook happy 17 year old teenie bopper or a 38 year old cougar with a substandard pre nup game? Put some damn clothes on, take them stripper heels off and put some damn umph behind that first pitch. Then again, I guess you’d have a hard time getting that ball all the way over home plate too if your diet consisted of yeyo, Cannon balls and celery sticks. I mean, just imagine how skinny she’d look if she didn’t have 8 pounds of silicone sittin’ on high to fill out that extra medium pink top.
Anyway, moving on.. big up to the Celtics for putting away those Pistons, too!
You gotta be happy for Paul Pierce because that fool has struggled in Boston. Sheeyut, I knew the C’s were gonna win after game 5 when I saw Bill Belicheat sitting in those floor seats with that wild woman.
Lol… Dude, I know some cats are breast man, but Bill is taking the thing a bit too far. So much for the perception that all these guys do is work. Clearly Bill’s been working all right….working them J’s. Damn. You know Belichick had a microphone in the Piston’s locker room, bought off a ref or three and put that stone-faced hoody hex on Chaucey’s ahem groin.
Anyway, though I’m not a fan of all the teams, the Sox, Celts and Patriots do make for year ’round sports bliss in the Bean. Out.
Ok, that is the one and ONLY Wyclef reference you’ll ever get out of me. Yes, that was my ode to “Maria, Maria.” By the way, what exactly did Clef do in that song if ole boy was singing and Carlos Santana was playing the guitar… Somehow uttering “East Coast, West Coast” doesn’t qualify as a collaboration in my eyes. Oh well.
Fresh off a World Series Championship and reports say that the Sox are the only team talking to the Twins about acquiring the best left hander in the game. Damn, maybe Theo really is the Don.
Let me tell yall something. If the Sox get Yo-Han Santaner, there’s gonna be a lot of slow singing and flower bringing around American League ballparks next year.
Are you serious? Johan Santana, Josh Becks, Dice K, Curt Schill, Wild Wakfield and Jon Lester/Clay Buchholz? Are you serious? With those bats in the line-up? And who are the Yankees to be setting deadlines on people, yeah right, just like they weren’t going to deal with A-Rod if he opted out, right?
Whatever, let this deal go through and it’s gonna be a footloose Pap, a bedazzling Ortiz, Manny being Manny and another World Championship ring cementing the Sawks as a true dynasty.
I look forward to it. Wow.
Here is what Curt Schilling had to say about it on his blog:
A rotation featuring Beckett, Santana as the top two is pretty much as good as it can get. The thought of pitching behind these guys has to fire ya up. That being said I look at it like this.
If we make the move we’ll have done so with Theo knowing whatever he had to trade to acquire him he can restock those spots either from within, or via trade. How much is too much when you’re talking about trading for the best left handed pitcher in the game? How much is too much when you consider what he and Josh could do over the next 5-6 years.
Finally an opinion from Curt that I can appreciate.
Behind the bat of Mike Lowell and pitching of a resurgent Jon Lester the Sox wrapped up their sweep of the Colorado Rockies tonight with a score of 4-3.
(Mike Lowell’s a monster, for him everyday is Halloween)
(Just give me the light…)
Manny Delcarmen gave up a one run homer in the 7th inning, and Okajima gave up a two run homer in the 8th, but Game 4 was never really in question. Give it to the Rox,they made a little noise in Game 4, but overall, this series was an utter ass whoopin.
The truth is that the Rox were thoroughly outclassed by the Sox at every turn. The Sox’s pitching staff was nails all series long. The hitting was timely and the defense was just enough. It was literally like the Varsity v. the JV out there. Congrats to the Sox for winning two World Championships in 4 years.
Get your dance and freak on fellas.
And you know Schill and his lady had to get in the act.
Even little Manny Jr. and Manny Jr. Jr. were happy.
I guess Tito knew what he was doing after all. Theo and John Henry best get that checkbook ready, because Francona has earned it.
Beckett was a beast all post season long.
And for the Yanks..
Well… there’s always next year. Ha.. Did you like watching the Sox win yet another world championship? Did you? LOL. Oh and don’t think I didn’t notice that A-Rod decided to opt out of his contract with the Yankees. I found it hilarious actually, guess who else did?
Hey, how does that taste Yanks fans? I can just see it, a line-up card that has Ellsbury, Ortiz, Manny, A Rod, Youk, Lowell, Pedroia….shit, they could just stop batting right there. A Rod back at short stop please. Hey godfather, make that happen.
How nice is Jacoby Ellsbury? How hot is it that he’s out there representing the Navajo Nation to boot? This cat is just he the absolute truth and he’s just a rookie. On a night where the Sox had to play musical chairs with the line-up to account for the use of National League rules, Jacoby carried the load by getting 4 hits, 3 doubles, 2 runs and 2 RBIs…. Are you kidding me?
Now sing along with me, “nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah, hey, hey, hey, goooooood-bye” because this thang is over. I just liked the way they did it. The Sox have just out classed the Rockies for this entire series. For instance, Dick K was just nails tonight. The boy looked smooth, confident and ready to rock, especially when he went up against his former teammate and countryman Matsui.
Oh my bad, wrong picture.
Dice is just a cool muthafucka boy. You just gotta love this cat. Plus he went ahead and got that hot base hit and collected 2 RBIs in the third? What else can you ask for? And what about that little big man Dustin Padroia? Things got a little dicey for a second there when the Rockies pulled within one run. But these cats were ready to respond.
Dude just smacks that ball all over the place. I mean, when you’ve got Papi and Manny in the line-up, these guys are going to see pitches and they’re really peaking at the right time.
I can’t lie. I’m getting greedy. I don’t want a sweep. The boys need to bring it back to Beantown so that they can close this thing out right at Fenway. It’s like Brazilian Soccer, it’s not good enough to win, you gotta win with style. LOL. See, this is how things go when a team fails to show up like the Colorado Rockies… what a joke. This is like playing against he JV. Out.
Things went so well in Game 1 of the World Series that when I was listening to sports talk radio yesterday the hosts and a few callers were quibbling about the way the Sox won. I guess blowouts are somehow not satisfying enough. Sheyut, I love a Duke Basketball blowout. Anyway, some ole coot on the local Boston dial was talking about how he’d rather a close 2-1 grind out kind of win with pitching battles and suspense. Well, ax and you shall receive.
Last night was an epic win…AGAIN. First Okajima was dealing out there and then my man wild Johnny Pappel-seed came in and it was lights out nillas!!!
Really, a cat like me got everything he was looking for. First, the Sox won. That’s most important. Second, Curt Schilling got the job done, but it wasn’t the dominating, shut ’em down, “I had my stuff going” smack he loves to come with. We all know Schill views himself as some sort of religious savior.
Nah, this time, Curt was holding on for dear life as he tried to keep that one run lead. But to his credit, he got the win and the Sox moved closer to the promised land. Nice work fellas.. And what can be said about the Rockies? Geez. You can’t win em when you get blown out and you can’t win em close. I guess those bats are afraid like Cerano from Major League (great movie by the way). Still, you gotta man up more than you’re doing. You can’t just let the Sox bitch you up like this and not do anything, cuz right now it’s looking like this to me.
I must admit though and this is hard for me, but boy genius Theo Epstein is looking pretty smart right now. This team he assembled has gotten the damn thing done and young Theo is showing everybody that he and his philosophy really is not to be fucked with.
Let’s just hope they can close the deal. Good work though T, Boston salutes you.
Us Versus Them 
