Play it again, Sox
Day off for the Sox and yet they’re all I can think about today. Four in a row, longest streak of the year since May 3rd-8th and, most encouragingly, excellent back-to-back-to-back-to-back solid starts by Mssrs. Clement, Wakefield, Wells & Arroyo. Granted the first came against a Cubs team that had absolutely destroyed the Sox in the first two games at Wrigley and the last three came against a tradebait-filled Reds team that the Sox outscored 23-4. But damn, it still feels good to see those guys pitching well again, Manny smacking some dingers and guys like Papi, KFC and Billy Mueller getting some big knocks in the clutch.
Anywho, I’d been saving this link for a special occasion, but I really can’t think of any time like the present, as the Boston Nine enjoy a well-deserved homestand and the usual trappings that come with it. Time spent with family. Boisterous hometown crowds. A good cuppa chowdah. And, of course, their favorite song blaring on the Fenway loud speaker as they come to bat or enter from the bullpen.
Take a gander at that list and tell me that there’s a better song for Timmy to come to the mound to than “Black Betty” by Ram Jam? Is there any song more fitting than hearing Biggie’s “Big Poppa” before an at-bat by David “Big Papi” Ortiz? Is there anything more disturbing than Foulke’s choice of “Mother” by Glen Danzig?
I’ve always agreed that you can learn a lot about someone by what is playing on their car stereo. These guys have, essentially, rolled their windows down to 35,000 a day to let them listen in. Trotsky is a fan of Motorhead. I can see that. Manny prefers the mellow jams of the Fugees. Big surprise. But Little Billy Mueller strolling to the plate with “Tom Sawyer” by Rush? Tough guy catcher Doug Mirabelli paying respect to Montgomery Gentry? Some of this is just too much.
In any case, I don’t think I’m the only one who’s glad to see that David Wells decided against “New York, New York” and who’s looking quite forward to hearing “Welcome to the Jungle” come the All-Star break.
Anywho, I’d been saving this link for a special occasion, but I really can’t think of any time like the present, as the Boston Nine enjoy a well-deserved homestand and the usual trappings that come with it. Time spent with family. Boisterous hometown crowds. A good cuppa chowdah. And, of course, their favorite song blaring on the Fenway loud speaker as they come to bat or enter from the bullpen.
Take a gander at that list and tell me that there’s a better song for Timmy to come to the mound to than “Black Betty” by Ram Jam? Is there any song more fitting than hearing Biggie’s “Big Poppa” before an at-bat by David “Big Papi” Ortiz? Is there anything more disturbing than Foulke’s choice of “Mother” by Glen Danzig?
I’ve always agreed that you can learn a lot about someone by what is playing on their car stereo. These guys have, essentially, rolled their windows down to 35,000 a day to let them listen in. Trotsky is a fan of Motorhead. I can see that. Manny prefers the mellow jams of the Fugees. Big surprise. But Little Billy Mueller strolling to the plate with “Tom Sawyer” by Rush? Tough guy catcher Doug Mirabelli paying respect to Montgomery Gentry? Some of this is just too much.
In any case, I don’t think I’m the only one who’s glad to see that David Wells decided against “New York, New York” and who’s looking quite forward to hearing “Welcome to the Jungle” come the All-Star break.
posted by bd @ 6/16/2005 07:09:00 PM
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