I had a good sports weekend this past weekend, even though it was a little nail-biting. It started with USC v. Ohio State. I’m a big USC fan (don’t ask), so I was happy with the results of that game (blowout city). Then, the Red Sox won two games (even though I was seriously wondering if Pap was going to manage to save the second one) and the Rays lost one of theirs (against the Yankees – they’re good for something after all, who knew). Sunday, the day I was really REALLY really nervous – the Patriots managed to beat the Jets. Yay! I’d love to say that I was confident all along, but my nose would grow longer than Pinnochios… Even with the win though, I’ll still be holding my breath all season. You can’t go from, “Never started a game since high school…” to “Tom Brady’s heir apparent” overnight. To cap off my weekend, Jimmie Johnson (my Nascar fave) came in 2nd in the Loudon race. All in all, a pretty sweet sports weekend.
Random rant – The NFL refs sucked. The Chargers got SO screwed (not that I should care) and before that, I think the Vikings got hosed by a bad call too.
Haha, clearly I have too much time on my hands over at Facebook. 
Oh and the Red Sox won their game tonight against Toronto. Phew! Wake came through big. I am still thinking positive thoughts.
Sumbitch. 14 innings? Seriously? I knew we were toast. The bullpen is just not dependable this season. I love them, so it pains me to say it, but they kind of suck monkeynuts. Well not all the time. That’s almost worse though… you just never know when they’re going to come through. At least with that godawful chokemaster, Gagne, you knew what the outcome would be. Another thing that fries my tofu, is that I had to get up this morning and see Manny highlights on ESPN — hitting game winning homers for the LA fracking (I’m over frack. Frack is dead. Long live fk.) fking Dodgers. Bastard. Yes, I’m still bitter. I think I shall dress up as Manny for Halloween. I’m sure I can order the hat w/the dreads sewn into them from MLB.com store or whatever. I will dress up as Manny Ramirez for Halloween………………………… and punch myself in the face.
Booooooooooooo!
We’re still knocking at your door Rays, don’t get too comfortable.
I’m a jinx though. Seriously. I should be less cocky… *dramatic pause*
Nah. 
*knock knock knock*
Hey Rays, it’s the big bad wolf and he’s wearing RED SOX!
1/2 game back suckers!
(I probably just jinxed my beloved Red Sox. Damn my cockiness!)
A few thoughts on a Friday night…
- Have I been smoking what Mario Chalmers & Darrell Arthur deny they’re puffing on or did Chad Johnson really change his motherfracking last name to Ocho Cinco? Who does that? Can you imagine Tom Brady announcing that he’ll now be referred to as “Tom Uno Dos”? No, because he isn’t batshrimp crazy… but somehow Chad gets a pass because it’s just “Chad being Chad”. Actually, I don’t care because I like Chad. He’s an attention-whore, but at least he’s not boring.
- Josh Beckett is back BABY! Stone cold assassin on the mound is back in business. Look out bitches!
- I might have to start calling Jason Bay and Jed Lowrie “Mary-Kate and Ashley” because I can’t tell them apart.
- They just panned the crowd in Texas and I can’t believe how many Red Sox fans are there. Looks like Baltimore. Red Sox Nation represents.
- How Okajima can turn an 8-0 game into a nailbiter is beyond me, but he manages it.
- I am not fluent in nerd, so this is new to me… apparently “frak” is a faux curse from Battlestar Galactica. I can assure you that my faux curse - ”frack” – is a completely different word all together. Notice the “c”.
Tonight I’m watching a rerun on NESN of today’s uber fantastic Red Sox win (SWEEP! Finally!) against the Orioles. I picked up my sister at the train station after work and she gave me the whole rundown since they were watching the game there in the waiting area. Pedroia had another big game. What a little dynamo! The triple from Kotsay was very Pedroia-esque too… the way he managed to *find* an outside pitch and nail it. I think his brilliance is rubbing off on the others. Keep it up baby! Ride this hot streak all the way to the playoffs. Giddyup!
Patriots play the Chiefs on Sunday. I’m already marking that as a great big W. I’m cocky like that. 
I’m happy the NFL is back, but I’m totally jonesing for the NBA to come back too. I bought a Celtics pen that glows a logo on the wall when you push a button on it. The most useless thing ever and I absolutely LOVE it. I’d bring it to work, but then I’d have to attach a chain and bowling ball to it to make sure nobody borrows it and forgets to bring it back. I’m that attached to it.
I’m missing tonight’s Red Sox game because I got totally sucked into watching Million Dollar Listing on Bravo. The score as I write this is 10-1 though, so it doesn’t look like they need me anyway. Gotta love those lopsided games. I don’t know why I can’t tear myself away from this show. Normally real estate is about as interesting as mud, but for some reason reasonably decent looking guys selling million dollar LA cribs is watchable. Who knew?
So on PTI today, the topic came up of Ozzie Guillen (aka “White Sox Manager whats-his-face”) talking smack about Dustin Pedroia:
“I never thought I’d walk a jockey. I must be the worst manager ever in the history of baseball right now, walking a guy that just came from being on top of Big Brown to beat the White Sox.”
Haha. Yes Ozzie, you are in fact the worst manager ever in the history of baseball. But on a serious note, come on now, Pedroia isn’t that short. He’s shorter than most, but stop acting like it’s Verne Troyer up at bat. You’re going to give the dude a complex. Oh wait, he’s kicking the shrimp out of everyone… he probably doesn’t care! [Oops on the shrimp pun. Total coinkydink, I pinkyswear.]
Hey Red Sox, what’s up with the whole winning the first two games and losing the last one thing? Are you allergic to housework and can’t find the broom? Sheesh. Clearly you don’t understand how greedy I am.
Also, Dustin Pedroia, when did you turn into Joe DiMaggio? Wow. Little Dustin Pedroia. Who knew? It was hilarious when White Sox Manager whats-his-face said that he wasn’t afraid of Big Papi anymore, he was more afraid of Dustin Pedroia. Damn. Kudos, kid.
Good news about [my boyfriend] Josh Beckett! The MRI was negative. Phew! Praise jellybellys!
Wow. Talk about a buzzkill. Game 2, the Red Sox literally slaughter the Yankees 11-3. Right in front of Fat Jack, no less. That was good times. Then in game 3, Jon Lester pitches a fan-fracking-tastic game and it looks like a sweep is imminent and what happens? Wha wha what? The bullpen (I shall not throw him by name under the bus – I’m a peach like that) blows monkeyballs letting Giambi win the game for the Yankees. Talk about going from the highest of highs to the lowest of lows. It’s like winning a million games in the regular season and then losing the Superbowl. Stop the insanity. And no, I’m not just glad to have won the series 2-1. We should’ve put the nail in the coffin and swept the joint. That is the only thing that would’ve made me happy. Ok fine, I’m spoiled.
Josh Beckett has to go see Dr. James Andrews. Nooooooooo!
Patriots v. Giants pre-season loss: I don’t watch any pre-season bullshrimp, but my mom is a little worried now. Personally, I don’t count any games where Tom Brady and Randy Moss aren’t on the field. I won’t begin any evaluation until the regular season starts. Besides, Belichick loves to mindfrack the league. He would love it if the rest of the teams got their hopes up.
