Interesting...

So I read this morning in the Boston Globe a little tidbit saying that the Front Office is very interested in bringing back Kevin Millar for a bat off the bench and to help energize the clubhouse. I would love that! Millar's clubhouse presence was such a big part of the 2004 and 2005 seasons. His bat isn't that great, but he's pretty cheap, and he could be a late-innings replacement. And his personality would be so important to help keep guys relaxed and joking around. He was sorely missed this year, and he seemed to miss Boston as much as we missed him.
Bring him back, Theo! Bring him back!

Rest In Peace Cory Lidle

I'm in absolute disbelief at the news that Cory Lidle was killed yesterday. I'm in shock. The man who I saw standing on the mound just six days ago is now gone, incinerated save for a passport revealing his identity which tumbled to the ground. That he was a Yankee at the time of his death has absolutely no effect on me. He was a human being first, a baseball player second, and a Yankees player third. He shared with me a passion for baseball, a passion for adrenaline and a passion for life. I pray for his wife, his young son, and the rest of his family, as well as all those touched by his death. The entire Yankees orginization has felt a tremendous blow, and I pray for them. Sometimes things happen that you can't explain. Sometimes things happen that make you forget instantly the silly rivalries that once seemed so important. Cory Lidle will now leave unfinished his baseball career, one that will always be remembered not for his accomplishments in sport but for its tragic ending. I pray to the Lord to help us find a meaning for his death. Rest in peace Cory. Never forget.

The Best Song Ever

Okay, first of all, I just want everyone to know that I haven't forgotten about you or my Red Sox. Far from it. And I really miss the summer when I could post every single day. I promise that I haven't forgotten you guys. And I do go to redsox.com every day. I just don't have the time to post about it too. I wish I did.
Anywho, I just wanted to let everyone know about the best song ever. It's called "Merry Frickin Christmas" by Frickin A, and if you haven't heard it, you need to. It's all about the 2004 Red Sox and Yankee bashing, and if you want to listen I'll email it to you. I already emailed it to Kaylee and she loved it.
So yeah. Let me know.

The End is Only a Beginning

So ends a season ridden with injuries and demolished hope, a season highlighted by David Ortiz' record-breaking 54 homers, a season to be remembered by a catastrophic downfall, yet it ends with a win. And that single win is a beacon of hope. Next season. There's always next season. Hinske, Lowell and Loretta homer. Hansack pitches his heart out. Nine runs score in five innings. This wasn't such a bad team. Just an unlucky one. The long offseason begins now. The World Series isn't of that much interest to me. I'm probably too busy to watch it anyways. It's time for football, which can help assuage the sting of no baseball. And boy, did the Pats look good yesterday. Lawrence Maroney is freaking amazing. He is so so so good! Rookie of the Year, anyone? Two touchdowns and like a million yards. And Caldwell taking that hit was so scary. I was freaking out. I thought he snapped his neck. My mom, a doctor, was enlightening us on what could have happened as we awaited news on his condition. Which didn't help calm me down much. But then he went out and played again! Which was pretty cool. I'd rather he hadn't, but it showed how much guts he had.
So the Patriots look great, and the Sox have a whole offseason to rebuild this team into champions. I'm optimistic for the futures of both teams.