Posts Tagged ‘Josh Beckett’

Josh Beckett and the Sox make a statement

October 25, 2007

Hey, this game was over before it started. Josh Beckett came out and gave the Colorado Rockies the business.


With this cat going this well, I’m not sure anybody will beat him. And you just gotta love the look on his face. He’s a full on dick and he just doesn’t give a fuck. I love it. When your ace let’s the diminutive rookie Dustin Pedroia take you out of the yard on the first bat, you know it’s going to be a long night.


Pregame, the Rockies said they felt no ill effects from the 8 day layoff. Well, if that’s the case, then they may want to call their local agent and take out a policy including this:


We’ll see how things go tonight, but Lakey has his favorite bottle of bubbly on stand bye already. It’s still early, but the Rox looked like they didn’t have a clue last night. And my boy Manny was KILLING those cats. Hell, even that clown Rudy Giuliani took time to jump onto the Boston bandwagon.


The rest of your clown Yankee fans need to come on in, get down with these Sox and just give up on your hopes and dreams of a viable team. Sorry, there’s a new power in town and it aint you.


And if you don’t like handling it like some gentlemen, we can get into some ole gangsta shit.





Tonight Curt Schilling, my least favorite Sawk, has his shot. Let’s hope he can get the thing done, if not, maybe he can comeback in Game 6 with a fake errrr surgically repaired bloody Sock which will serve as a metaphor for his massively ridiculous ego errrr devotion to the cause for the boys…Go Sox…and Curt, I guess.


The World Series starts tonight and Beckett is on the prowl

October 24, 2007


It’s 12:47 PM and I don’t have a ticket to the World Series Game 1 featuring the Colorado Rockies vs. the Boston Red Sox. Don’t worry though, your boy Lakey Magic is still working the angles, painting the corners and if I have to, I’ll reach back and go to my fastball, which of course, would be walking my ass over to Stub Hub and buying a ticket for a cool G stack.


I’m not sure if I’m prepared to go that hard yet, after all, this isn’t an elimination game. But Josh Beckett is nasty. The Red Sox thugs are ready and the beer is cold, not to mention my Goose on ice, so I think I’ll be headed that way.




I took a little stroll down to Fenway last night to see what’s up with the 300 or so tix they had available to everyday fans. Sheeyut, those mofo’s were out there in the elements, some in tents and some, well, just hitting that cold, hard, likely piss infested Boston concrete. I pulled up in my luxury wip (not too smart, gotta look like you’re one with the people even if you aren’t…I’m not), immediately ascertained the line rules, and then determined that about 200 souls were already in line. Hmmmm, what to do. Look, if they let me park my car on Lansdowne street, I’d live out of my car for 24 hours, pumping Lil Wayne, getting my bluetooth on and sleeping on plush leathers…. but hit the streets like I’m Oliver Twist at the turn of the industrial revolution? Hells no.

I mean, this aint Krzyzewski-ville with grass and internet connections, this is downtown Boston with rats, cats, roaches and muthafuckas everywhere!!! One way or another, I’mma get me a seat for this World Series, believe that. But I can only take my quest so far. Maybe if I had some of my nillas with me and a bad babe to keep me warm, but otherwise, I’ll leave the slumming to the hardcore mothers and their children (literally) I saw out there. And yes, it’s 50 degrees out here and raining not now, but RIGHT NOW.

At least there’s a Popeye’s down the block. One thing I know is that my boy Manny is getting ready right now. Hey, we just need one thing:



– Warm Lake