Dear Tampa Bay,
Tomorrow night you arrive at Fenway Park for a 3 game series with the Red Sox. Trust me, this is NOT gonna be like any previous visit you've ever had at The Cathedral; this is big boy baseball at it's best.
35,000 plus chowderheads yelling their heads off, cameras flashing like it's Game 1 of the World Series, and you wishing MLB would equip every dugout with barf bags.
This isn't April when everyone has a shot. It's not June when you're feeling your Oates, throwing at Coco, and Jonny Gomes is still a relevant member of your team. This is SEPTEMBER, when it's crunch time and every game, every play, every pitch MATTERS.
In the last 10 games you've played you are 5-5. However, out of those ten you've lost 5 of the last 6. Boston, on the other hand, is 7-3 and just took 2 out of 3 from Texas after sweeping the Orioles in Baltimore.
Look, you boys have had one more run; I gotta admit, I'd have bet my house against Maddon's dipstick glasses that you'd have folded your tents and headed back to the bottom of the division by now. To your credit, you've played great baseball for 5 months.
Who knows? Maybe you'll be able to keep it up for one more. But to do THAT, you've gotta come to Fenway Park in September. And that idiot who yells all game long, those God-forsaken cowbells, and The Nasty Boy won't do you any good here, bucko.
This is Fenway, the division up for grabs, and the playoffs 3 weeks away. This is Lowell vs Longoria, Papi vs Pena, and Beckett vs Kazmir. Throw in Tek vs Navarro, Pedie vs Iwamura, and Tito vs Maddon and you see my point. No matter how impressive what you've accomplised this far is, you're going up against the World Champions, in THEIR house, with more than bragging rights up for grabs.
Pack a sack lunch, your hardhat and a steel encased jock, fellas.
Oh yeah; and bring earplugs.
Trust me, you'll need 'em all.
Lunch with My Dad
1 week ago