|Our battery today. Kick ass, fellas! Photo taken by Kelly O’Connor/sittingstill.net in April 2009 and used with permission.
Dear Tim Wakefield:
See, here’s the thing: I was okay with the team losing on Friday. Daisuke’s first game back and all. He pitched well; things just didn’t work out. And last night? Well, Papelbon has been truly remarkable this year thus far. I was upset for a moment as I saw the home run but in the big picture knew we were bound for this to happen at some point. I’m not about to get all banged up on a night it looked like we had 2007 Josh Beckett in the house. Losing the series to the Mets sucks, but, all in all, I’m not getting too worked up about it. But today? See, I’m at the game today. (Yesterday was spent at An Tua Nua’s with 30 or so of some fabulous people!) I’ve never been in Fenway at the game of a sweep against the Red Sox and I have no intentions of starting now.
Think about the children, Tim. If the Mets sweep the Red Sox today, I very well might take out a couple of obnoxious Mets fans. Some of them might have kids. (Not saying all Mets fans are obnoxious. They aren’t any more than all Red Sox fans are. But I seem to attract the obnoxious ones at the park.) God help the Cowbell Man if I see him off of a Mets sweep. (Who am I kidding? God help the Cowbell Man if I see him at all today. Okay, not if I see him but if I hear him. My friends are scattered through the park this afternoon. I’m sitting alone. I’ll have no one there to remind me I should take the cowbell and shove it….well, never mind.)
Digressing for a moment: That Wiki page on the Cowbell Man says the Yankees also have a Cowbell Man to go along with the pan-banging Freddy Sez dude. Is it that difficult to make your own noise with your hands and voices that you need instruments? WTF? Wouldn’t it drive you batshit, Tim, if we banged cowbells all day?
But back to TODAY, Tim. Win. I know it’s unfair to ONCE A FREAKIN GAIN ask you to be our “stopper” but here it is. You need to stop this shit and stop it now, dude. If this means a complete game, so be it. A no-hitter? Do it. A perfect game? Come on, why not? The team needs a win so fans don’t go mental on Julio Lugo as the team leaves the park for the airport this afternoon.
Win Tim. Make the Mets cry. Silence their fans. Make sure I get to work on Tuesday instead of spending the long weekend in the clink. This is your calling…accept it and excel. Thank you.
Yesterday was an amazing day spent with friends (most of whom I haven’t seen in quite a while or hadn’t met yet!). There are many amazing tales to tell (but not here!) – my favorite being when our friend Susan noted that we could start singing “O Canada” except no one knows the words past “O Canada!”. Standing up and singing loudly and proudly, a group of us proved her wrong.
That our serenade didn’t get us thrown out still kind of surprises me.
If people tell you that you won’t meet any good folks online, tell them they’re wrong. I’ve made some of my real-life closest friends online. The Sistahs, the LMOTFers and the SGers are groups I was a part of online that turned into many off-line, true friendships. For that I am grateful to the Red Sox (hey, all three were parts of Red Sox messages boards and or blogs). So I can’t begrudge them a loss or two when they’ve done so much for me!