Baseball...

It has been brought to my attention that there are quite a few of you out there that find it hard to believe that I have nothing to say about how the baseball off-season has played out so far. How do I feel about the Red Sox trading Coco Crisp? What do I think about the Yankees spending nearly a half billion dollars on three free agent players? What was my first thought when the Yankees signed Teixeira instead of the Sox? What about the Rays making moves while the Red Sox sit pretty idle? What are my predictions for the 2009 season? Will the Sox compete or miss the playoffs? (I love this one) Will the Cubs ever win a World Series? Is there a chance that the Phillies can repeat?


Well....let me start by saying this to everyone that has asked me questions about the upcoming baseball season: I am under the firm belief that you are giving my psychic abilities FAR too much credit. Simply put; I have no freakin' idea. I'm a Red Sox fan first and a baseball fan second. In my opinion, if I live for another fifty years, I will see at least 46 more Red Sox championships. That's what I think. Realistic? HELL NO! But I'm a Sox fan and for some reason we love to torture ourselves more than those crazy bastards that walk across hot coals or sleep on beds made of nails.


I don't have the first clue if the Cubs will ever win the World Series. Based solely on the fact that they are the Cubs, I would have to say no, but what the hell do I know.....there is no baseball outside of Boston. The Phillies? Well, let me put it this way...being the first team in baseball to 10,000 losses is BAD thing, not a good thing. Congratulations on your feat. Here's to 10,000 more. Teixeira? F*ck him. I hope he trips over Derek Jeter and they both break their necks. Then, just for good measure, I hope A-Rod just falls off something. I don't care what it is. Just fall and hurt something.



Baseball is life. Its the reason a lot of people trudge through the winter without killing anyone (other than football). I love the game and I love the Red Sox, but I'm not all knowing and all seeing. If you have a question about the Red Sox or about the rules of the game, I'm your guy. But don't ask me if the Kansas City Royals will ever climb out of the cellar. Why? Because I don't know, and to be honest, I don't really care.



As soon as the baseball season ends in October, I only look forward to one thing: pitchers and catchers reporting. And what better day for them to report this year than the day of undying love. Valentine's Day baby. I love it.

I'm a hometown boy. I love the fact that the Pats are always in the mix, the Celtics are winners again, the Bruins are finally back in business, the Boston College teams are running strong, and anything else in Titletown. But I'm a Red Sox fan first. Once that season starts, everything else ends.

Spring Training reporter: "Where do the Red Sox rank in terms of importance in your life?"
Jimmy Fallon (as Ben the School Teacher): "I say the Red Sox.....sex.....and breathing."


Let's go Sox.