Jonathan Papelbon is certifiable. In a good way, but still, certifiable.
That's the best closer in the game in this picture: with over sized goggles on his head, smoking a cigar, and pouring a perfectly good Bud Light over a TROPHY.
I'm not sure if this was pre or post River Dance last night, and I don't even care. He has possibly passed Manny Ramirez as the biggest goofball in baseball. How a guy can be so intimidating on the mound, yet remind you of a skinnier, healthier Chris Farley off it, I have no idea.
What I love most about this team is that while it's definitely not the 2004 Idiots, they still seem to remember this is a little boys game: and while winning is the most important thing at this level, you won't be able to win without having some fun along the way.
Which is why I love seeing Pap river dancing all over Fenway, Lowell lighting up like a kid at Christmas last night, and the much improved bullpen jug band, led by head Pirate Mike Timlin, jamming away while the other team hits. Some guys like Manny and Lugo, the joy they get at playing this game is obvious: Others, like Tek, Beckett, and JD Drew are a TAD harder to read.
Papelbon is an open book, though. Serious as a heart attack while on the field, nuttier than an out house rat off it, he is a shining light of goofiness for the rest of the team to follow.
Lead the way to the promised land Jonathan: just don't forget to bring the Bud Light case, cigars, goggles, and River Dance lessons with you.
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