Every Opening Day I feel like I should write a thoughtful post about the start of the new season. Every year, instead, I find myself (figuratively) running frantically down the train station platform, camera bag over the shoulder, tickets clutched in one hand while the other grabs for the rail of the still-open doorway of the moving train with the ( Read more... )

When I think of the Cookie Monster, I think wistfully of Bronson Arroyo, a pitcher beloved as much off the field as on (if not more) sacrificed in a trade mere weeks after crooning "C is for Cookie" with a little blue friend ( Read more... )

So there was this time I was really worried about whether Curt Schilling would be able to pitch without really having two good legs to stand on ( Read more... )

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Briefly resorting to Facebook again...

August 22, Red Sox, just a very random few selections


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Getting tickets for games on both Monday and Tuesday is not really a smart plan. That said, Monday it would have been worth it if only to hang pregame with jennyagain, but there was the bonus of the win, if the rather long game and the relative lack of chances to shoot Josh Reddick.


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I made the trek down to Pawtucket with Cyn last night for the annual PawSox team poster/autograph session. Things were a little crazy this time thanks to the impending thunderstorms; instead of setting up the tables on the warning track, they had everyone on the concourse. It was a bit tough at first to figure out the lines, since there wasn't ( Read more... )

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