I will most certainly be back with new posts as soon as the season starts. Just tryna get my life together!

Unshakable Catatonic State

So. The Boston Red Sox won the World Series last night. Yep. 2nd time in three years. Let me repeat that: 2nd time in THREE years. This team, the team who tried nearly every damn year for almost a century, has won 2 of the past 4 World Series. I know it seems like I'm really not that enthused but trust me, that has yet to be the case. It just hasn't hit me yet; it really hasn't. I didn't get to watch the game because I was on the road all last night. I even tried to turn to the sports station in my car, but it was trashy and staticy. I didn't get home until about 4am and didn't even have to see the highlights to know that the Sox won. My mouth dropped open and all I could tell myself was, "They didn't win. I don't believe that," while drinking my blue Gatorade. Honestly, the weird thing was that I accepted that they won in 2004 right off the bat. There were no feelings of, "Oh, my God! Did they really win? This must be a dream!" But that's how I feel now. Maybe it's because I've been constantly on the go as of late and haven't really had time to appreciate my team. If that's the case, I apologize. This makes me no less happy though; understand that. And as I look at their team website, I'm starting to tear up because I really have appreciated my team through everything they've been through. Not once did I turn my back on them throughout this journey. Not once did I waiver when they almost let the Yankees take the division, or when they almost got knocked out the ALCS by Cleveland. No because true fans, diehard fans, don't do that. True fans don't break out their 'nalia the day after a team wins a championship, when they haven't worn it all season. True fans don't say their favorite team is "so and so" only because they've been successful of late. Yes. I'm elated that the Sox won the Series again, but I'm more content knowing that I don't have to wear my emotions on my sleeve to show my joy.

No Time To Bask

So, as of Sunday night, the Red Sox....are going to the World Series! I have no time to bask in this joy though, for reasons I really can't mention right now (other than school work and things). But, I'll be able to talk about it next week, for those of you who care (annnnnd that would be no one!). Anyway, yeah. So the Sox beat the Indians in 7 games, man. It was tough watching that game at first, but then I started making food and I wasn't really paying attention until my roommate started getting upset. I suppose she and her boyfriend are either both Indians fans, or they just felt like rooting against Boston. Either way, serves them right :) Everyone from here to Timbuktu knows I'm a die-hard Sox fan, but I was quite reserved as I saw the game come to a close. I did call my parents and some friends who could've cared less, and I did shed a little tear, but other than that...nada. Don't have time for celebrations, dawg. I have an extremely difficult paper due Monday on Emile Durkheim or something, I think I have an Italian test this Friday (maybe I should find that out?), UNC's Homecoming is next week (and guess who's on the staff?), and my 21st birthday is next Saturday. I'm broke as hell. Scratch that. I'm broke down in general. My life is in shambles. My job sucks. I know it'll get better, and hopefully it'll start with the Sox winning Game 1 of the Series tonight...if there is a game.

Ohhhh Muh Gawd

The Sox won Game 5. What, did you expect me to start this blog off with some other information? Heck no, dawg! In my opinion, this is probably the most significant piece of Red Sox news of 2007. And if they win on Saturday, that'll be the most important. If they win Game 7, etc., etc. Josh Beckett, man...thank you. That's all I can really say. I have no money to give you, no gifts to offer you, seeing as though you can buy practically anything you want in this world. But just know that my "thank you" comes from the heart :)

Now, on to some more troubling news: Joe Torre walked away from a one-year managerial contract worth $5 million, with incentives that could've made it $8 mil. **Sniff, sniff**. Yeah, I know I'm not a Yankees fan in any way, shape, or form, but damn. I think it's really sad. I mean, he's been the manager since I was 8 years old. That's 12 freakin' years! He's a legend! I know I shouldn't joke around about this, but I think New Yorkers collectively committed suicide when they found this shit out, for real. I'm guessing this would be considered altruistic suicide, in the terms of Emile Durkheim, since it results from too much integration. See? Majoring in sociology does teach you something worthy of mentioning. I'm really, really, really, really, really hungry right now, so I shall dress myself and eat brunch.

Hmm, Well....I Dunno

(Tulowitzki and Braun, Top & Bottom)

Sigh. See, I've been having this dilemma, right? I'm trying to come up with my choice for Rookie of the Year, and I have no freakin' idea who to choose. AL is a cinch, has looooooong been decided (Dustin Pedroia, baby!). But the NL is really bothering me. If any has paid any sort of attention to this past baseball season, they would know that NL ROY is between two: Rockies SS Troy Tulowitzki and Brewers 3B Ryan Braun. Both attractive young men, both excellent ballplayers. Wow. I'm mad at how I put the fact that they were attractive before their being good players. Need to get my priorities straight here. Anyhoo, yeah. At first, I was all over Tulowitzki because he was on my fantasy team and was doing pretty good. Don't really remember how I found out about Braun; I think I first saw his name on one of those forum things. For some reason, don't know why, I always wind up pulling for the underdog. The Rookie of the Year argument has been no exception, either. While everyone was dropping their panties over Braun, I, on the other hand, was still for Tulowitzki. I'm guessing it had a lot to do with Braun playing in Milwaukee, and that team leading their division for almost the entire season. When you think about it, no one really cares about the Rockies, and that's understandable. In my opinion, all that other shit is subjective. The most important factor in trying to figure out who should win this is the numbers. Numbers don't lie, people! And here are theirs:

Tulowitzki:

Games/ AB/ R/ H/ 2B/ 3B/ HR/ RBI/ TB/ BB/ SO/ SB/ CS/ OBP/ SLG/ AVG
155/ 609/ 104/ 177/ 33/ 5/ 24/ 99/ 292/ 57/ 130/ 7/ 6/ .359/ .479/ .291


Braun:

Games AB/ R/ H/ 2B/ 3B/ HR/ RBI/ TB/ BB/ SO/ SB/ CS/ OBP/ SLG/ AVG

113/ 451/ 91/ 146/ 26/ 6/ 34/ 97/ 286/ 29/ 112/ 15/ 5/ .370/ .634/ .324

So, according to your stats, Braun should be your NL ROY. But guess what else is measured? Fielding. Ah, yes! I'm not even about to copy and paste that shit up here because putting the offense up here took a long time, but I will say Tulowitzki's fielding % is .986 (11 errors), with Braun's being .895 (26 errors). And, also, Tulowitzki did turn an unassisted triple play the other month, only the 13th time that's been done in ML history.

So in conclusion, although the hitting stats point to Braun, I think I'm picking Tulowitzki still. After all, his team is in the playoffs, and the boy can field. AND he wears his hat like a G!

Thank You

I'd just like to give a quick "thank you" to all 30 ML teams and the hundreds of players who made this season one to remember. It's been quite a while since I could honestly say that I enjoyed the entire season from start to finish. From the three no-hitters, to the new home run record, to the thirty runs scored in a single game, the players never ceased to amaze me. It also helps that my team, my guys, shared the best record in all of baseball and ended up winning their division for the first time in twelve years. Hell, I could start bawling thinking about how happy I was during the regular season, and how excited I am for the post season. With that being said, let them play ball...and let me get back to my schoolwork :)

Almost Shed a Tear

I'm sorry, but I had to add this picture. I know I said I didn't really care, but it looks so sad :(

Twelve Years and Six Schools Later

And the Red Sox finally clinched the AL East. Thank ya, Jesus. Thank ya! The last time they won the division, I was a 3rd grader at Manassah E. Bradley Elementary School in East Boston, and didn't give two shits about them. Since their last division title in 1995, my parents had another kid, we moved to North Carolina, I've gone to six different schools, and I've grown from a child to a young woman. That's just crazy, man. It was a long time coming but hey, I'll take it. Shit. Dice-K pitched great last night, so kudos for him. I almost thought the Sox would have to wait another day to clinch, but thanks to the Baltimore Orioles' amazing and greatly appreciated comeback, the Yankees lost.

Okay, enough about the Sox. So, I'd gone to bed pretty late last night after starting a shitty paper on sociological theory that's due Monday (Yeah, I'm working on papers on Friday nights; I have no friends and no life :( ). But anyhoo, I just so happened to emerge out of my slumber and saw David Wright talking on "SportsCenter" or whatever. Damn, I felt so bad for the guy. He's still one of my baseball boyfriends or whatever I called him before, but it honestly pained me to watched that interview. He looked and sounded like he was about to cry, and for good reason, mind you. I don't know the stats off the top of my head and I'm too lazy to look them up, but the Mets have lost like, 11 of their last 15 games or something along those lines. They're currently in a series with the Marlins, a team to whom they've lost like 10 in a row. Ah, love that attempted use of good grammar, huh? I mean, this team (Mets) were leading the damn NL East division you might as well say since Spring Training ended and here they are, the last few days of the season, and they're not leading anything. No division, no Wild Card, nothing. If the season ended today, they'd be out. That's a tough pill to swallow, man. Like Buttermaker from "Bad News Bears" once said: "Baseball's hard. You can love it but, believe me, it don't always love you back". If I really really cared, I'd cry for them. Hey, if the Red Sox can muster up the greatest comeback in postseason history, maybe the Mets can win the next few games and hope the Phillies (who are leading the division) lose. **shrugs shoulders**