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ALDS Game #3: Enough Is Enough.
Posted 11 October 2009 - 01:26 AM
(Independence Day speech by Bill Pullman).
Go Sox. Do this shit.
Posted 11 October 2009 - 01:35 AM
Today Clay dominate this smug motherfucking lineup, and we get to see an offensive explosion the likes of which will not be tempered in the least by the enfeebled ministrations of some forgotten Tampa castoff.
We've lulled them to sleep with our anemic road offense. Now we skullfuck them to death in Fenway and send them home with their collective tail between their legs for a decisive game 5 - a game, by the way, that will end with Lackey committing seppuku on the mound after yet another unbelievably frustrating playoff loss to the Red Sox.
But it starts today. WIN. FUCKING WIN.
Posted 11 October 2009 - 03:57 AM
Posted 11 October 2009 - 04:10 AM
It’s time for Jose Melendez’s KEYS TO THE ALDS.
1. Jose is terrified of tonight’s game. Not a little scared. Not badly frightened.
Jose has never been so terrified by a game in his entire life. Not in 1986, not in 2003, not even in 2004.
Tonight. Tonight is more terrifying.
It’s not that Jose is afraid of losing. Jose knows how to handle a loss… with great bitterness and by taking it out on the people around him.
It’s not that Jose is afraid that a loss means that winter has arrived. Jose lives in the south now; winter never arrives. Not real winter anyway.
It’s not that Jose is afraid that this is the last time he’ll see Jason Bay, Jason Varitek or anyone else named Jason in a Red Sox uniform. There are plenty of other Jasons out there, and all of them except Jason Marquis are better than what’s left of Tek.
No, the reason Jose is terrified is that to survive, the Red Sox are going to have to win three straight elimination games against the Angels, and you know what that means.
When the Red Sox complete the comeback, history suggests that some poor soul on the Angels is going to die by his own hand.
Say whatever you want about the Yankees, but they know how to take a bone crushing, soul-destroying defeat, by being contemptible, whiny, but decidedly non-suicidal bitches. Good for them.
But the Angles? When the Angels lose three straight elimination games to the Sox, there’s always a chance that someone is going to take the name “Angels” a little too literally and is going to go for the quick path to the halo.
Jose just hopes that they have a good psychologist on staff.
2. Friday night started with such promise. As Jose drove to Raleigh to watch the game with members of the Triangle Red Sox Nation, he got regular updates on the Yankees collapse from Granny Melendez on the phone direct from Atlanta.
While Granny Melendez doesn’t have the finer points of baseball down and can’t always explain exactly what’s happening on the field, she can convey basic information such as the score and the inning in a pleasant and listenable way. In other words, she is a vastly superior broadcaster to Suzyn Waldman.
So as Jose drove, Granny Melendez informed him that the Twins had crept to a 2-1 lead and then a 3-1 lead. Jose even got her to say “Yankees Suck.” Admittedly, he tricked her.
“How about you give Jose a Yankees suck Granny Melendez?” Jose said.
“Yankees suck?” responded Granny Melendez, not sure that she had heard correctly.
“That’s the spirit, Yankees suck!” chimed in Jose.
“Oh, Granny Melendez, doesn’t like that phrase,” she replied in the third person as is Melendez family tradition. “She prefers Yankees stink.”
“Too late, Jose gets to quote you now.”
“Don’t do that.”
And yet here it is. Jose denied a request from his own grandmother. It’s not Jose’s fault, she should have said it was off the record.
3. No more jokes.
No more puns.
No more scoring zero runs.
When the anthem’s last note sounds
Red Sox need to bat around
No more KEYS to
No more games
No more Sox fans feeling shame
Since we’ve got the wild card
Clay Buchholz is throwing hard
No more losses
No much giving up runs to
Angles batters, not at all
Because they can’t take a ball
No more squanders
No more LOBs
No more doing crappy jobs
Of taking bases, driving runs
When something wicked this way comes.
I’m Jose Melendez, and those are my KEYS TO THE ALDS.
Posted 11 October 2009 - 05:51 AM
Win it for Papelmate, win it for Brett Favre, win it for the Sons of Samuel L. Horn Boston Sports and Baseball Talk Discussion Board Forum and win it for god ladies and gentlemen.
Hell, I'll even give something up for the rest of you. This is my freshman year picture. It's slightly embarrassing and I do this as a sacrifice to the baseball Gods.
Edited by AlNipper49, 11 October 2009 - 06:53 AM.
Posted 11 October 2009 - 05:58 AM
There is no quit in these Red Sox. Just like before.
"God is with those who persevere."
-- The Quarun
Edited by 5belongstoGeorge, 11 October 2009 - 05:59 AM.
Posted 11 October 2009 - 06:47 AM
Posted 11 October 2009 - 06:53 AM
Posted 11 October 2009 - 07:20 AM
Posted 11 October 2009 - 08:06 AM
From the wild thicket.
Posted 11 October 2009 - 08:10 AM
I'm not ready to stop watching baseball yet this year.
Posted 11 October 2009 - 08:11 AM
Posted 11 October 2009 - 08:13 AM
Posted 11 October 2009 - 08:16 AM
Posted 11 October 2009 - 08:17 AM
By my estimate, it's not quite winter yet.
We're 11 victories away from winter!
Posted 11 October 2009 - 08:26 AM
The Red Sox returned home to Fenway Park for Game 3, one game from elimination and their hopes resting on oft-injured Ramon Martinez, who hoped to give his brother another chance to pitch in the series. The Indians would strike first, but the Red Sox bats finally woke up in the late innings. The Red Sox would score 6 runs in the 7th, led by a Brian Daubach 3-run shot off Indians reliever Ricardo Rincon on their way to a 9-3 victory. The Red Sox were alive for another day.
This fucking series is far from over. We will find out whether this team has balls like previous editions or if they just want to go home without a fight. There is no quit from me nor anyone on this board. It wouldn't be the Red Sox in the playoffs if there wasn't some adversity to overcome. They had a long cross-country flight and a day to forget about the 2 games in Anaheim. They aren't playing bad baseball. Two great starts from Lester and Beckett but the offense didn't come to play. Now, they are back home where they play the best baseball of any team in the league. The bats WILL AND I REPEAT WILL come today.
The question is: Will this man come to play? Will he give us everything he has? Win today and tomorrow the Angels will be tighter than hell. We've got nothing to lose. Go let it all hang out and play loose.
Posted 11 October 2009 - 08:27 AM
-Thomas F. Paine, Mofos. Let's get this started.
Edited by koufax32, 11 October 2009 - 08:28 AM.
Posted 11 October 2009 - 08:39 AM
Let's Go Red Sox!
Posted 11 October 2009 - 08:59 AM
Upset? Halos, you never SEEN Boston very upset.
Edited by Trlicek's Whip, 11 October 2009 - 09:02 AM.
Posted 11 October 2009 - 08:59 AM
Donnie Moore could not be reached.
I'll always appreciate what Hendu did in '86, but this is not cool. It's stooping to Yankee desperation levels of Bucky throwing out the 1st pitch of '04 ALCS Game 7.
Edited by sfip, 11 October 2009 - 09:00 AM.
Posted 11 October 2009 - 08:59 AM
In 2004, upon hearing Schilling was signing with the Sox, I purchased Sox season tickets. I was convinced this is the year.
I was right.
I remember reading the win it for thread, and wishing I could contribute. My grandfather had been born in 1918, and was terminally ill. He didn't have much time left.
But he did get to see his beloved Sox win it in 2004.
The last 6 years have been fantastic. great people in our section, good times. Almost getting into fights because of people trying to start the wave during 1-0 pitching duels.
One thing I do know.
Sox and their fans do not give up.
Clay is winning tonight.
Lester is winning tomorrow.
Beckett is winning Wednesday.
Who is going to play the role of Pedro or Lowe? I don't know. But it's always someone.
The Red Sox are the team of comebacks, and this is going to be our latest one.
Sox win 6-4 today, and I'll be watching from Section 38.
Posted 11 October 2009 - 09:04 AM
Win it for Narragansett Beer and the "I'm making fun of her" commercial (Fan From 1957 and similar era new fans?).
Win it for Tip Top Bread.
Win it for Hoods Ice Cream.
Win it for Moxie.
Win it for Ned Martin.
Win it for Curt Gowdy.
Win it for this old bastard who has an equipment failure he needs to fix and is DVRing it. Sometimes it really sucks to be the boss.
Posted 11 October 2009 - 09:16 AM
because in if we win today, then Dice K (or JL?!) takes us 7 strong towards a victory in game 4. I mean, we WON'T lose in the Fens
and if that happens... if that happens, well - anything can happen in game 5. I saw Millar at the local Dunky's - he told me so.
New day, new breathe of air - I feel good. Not giddy like a pregnant or even an aborted pregnant school girl.
I am giddy like a proper, young, tight ass, nice boobs, short skirt and tight bloused school girl.
It is on,
Edited by Bdanahy14, 11 October 2009 - 09:29 AM.
Posted 11 October 2009 - 09:23 AM
Win it for Eunice.
Win it for all of Red Sox Nation.
It starts today.
That is all.
Posted 11 October 2009 - 09:32 AM
-Lt. Colonel Hal Moore
From the film, We Were Soldiers 2002
Posted 11 October 2009 - 09:45 AM
It's the time that Red Sox Nation has come to know as the time when the Sox come to play -- it's October. There's no way they lose today. The offense will awaken from its dormant state and will come back big.
Win today. Make it so.
(More Picard and Patrick Stewart mojo!)
Posted 11 October 2009 - 09:53 AM
Posted 11 October 2009 - 09:54 AM
Also, if they win, I'm posting naked pictures of SemperFidelisSox's sister
Posted 11 October 2009 - 09:55 AM
Posted 11 October 2009 - 09:59 AM
This is St. Crispian's Day
Here's the text: St. Crispian's Day speech from Henry V. There is no Patton, no Braveheart, no Bluto without Shakespeare.
What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.'
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
Posted 11 October 2009 - 10:01 AM
I remain confident in this team.
Posted 11 October 2009 - 10:08 AM
Bats: get me 7 runs.
Bets: all off if either of these things happen. Win today, win tomorrow. Then win it by shoving 6 road runs up John Lackey's crybaby ass.
Posted 11 October 2009 - 10:10 AM
Posted 11 October 2009 - 10:24 AM
There's another pride of Texas...
Edited by mabrowndog, 11 October 2009 - 10:26 AM.
Posted 11 October 2009 - 10:31 AM
HITS...not ready for the hot stove yet....let's WIN
Posted 11 October 2009 - 10:43 AM
GO SOX - WIN TODAY!
Posted 11 October 2009 - 10:44 AM
I'm revved up. Win 3 in a row.
Let's go, assholes.
Posted 11 October 2009 - 10:49 AM
Win the game so I don't lose my sanity.
Posted 11 October 2009 - 10:51 AM
Let's win this one.