It's hard to believe it was a little over two months ago I was sitting with Kelly in a Loge seat, about even with the pitchers mound, watching the first game of an eventual 3 game sweep vs the Brewers.
On the night I flew home, Jon Lester threw a no-hitter, the countdown to Manny's 500th was nearing it's end, and with the Sox in first place all was right with the world.
Man, does time change everything; here we are on July 30th, the freaking Tampa Bay Rays are 2 games up in first place, and with the Red Sox losing to the Angels 8-2 in the 7th inning it's fixing to be by 3 games. The Yankees are one game behind us and we're in an honest to God pennant race heading into August.
Throw in Manny going postal the last few weeks, getting swept in LA and now most likely at home by the Angels, and dropping 2 out of 3 to the Yankees last weekend and it's like I've stepped through the baseball equivalent of the looking glass.
Add to all of this excitement is the 4 p.m. trading deadline tomorrow afternoon; various rumors have Manny going to the Marlins, Phillies, Mets, and some team in Cozumel, Mexico for a case of Corona's and the previously unknown Molina brother. 'Cause you know there has to be more of those no hitting, slow footed catchers around somewhere.
What does it all mean? I got no clue; all I know is I want the boys to start winning, the Rays to start losing, and a meteor take out The Toilet. I want Manny to shut up and start hitting bombs, handing out man hugs, and randomly point at Eric Chavez this weekend for no reason.
As long as I'm asking, let's shoot for the moon; I'd like to see Beckett go on a 10-0 run to end the year, Jason Giambi gets his stupid moustache caught in a cheese grater and JD Drew put the MLB record for consecutive at bats with a home run out of reach with let's say 27 straight. It'd thrill me to no end if Pedie charged the mound against 6 ft 6 Daniel Cabrera with a wiffle ball bat while screaming "Remember the Alamo!", Youk to line a Joba Chamberlain fastball right off that dinks NY logo on his cap, and I hope that come October I'm laughing at how worked up I got about a series vs the Angels in July.
Just like Red in "Shawshank Redemption", I hope. I hope they win the division and I hope Manny quits acting like Rakes when I tell him that 5 donuts is most definitely enough.
I hope Slappy gets his foot ran over by a NYC bus while stepping of a curb tomorrow.
Simple guy = simple pleasures.
Is it 4 p.m. tomorrow yet?