Taliesin

Just slip out the back, Jack Make a new plan, Stan You don't need to be coy, Roy Just get yourself free Hop on the bus, Gus You don't need to discuss much Just drop off the key, Lee And get yourself free 33 years boys. Don't join the front runners. This is part of the deal. Stop whining. It's what's make the winning so special, because it's rare. What a shocker, MJ found himself out of surgery to make a comment. At least our team is still playing.

Nope. It's all on Schilling. I imagine he'll be the first to admit it. W/ diagrams. And a 4 page diatribe. It's his loss and really do we need to ever see Eric pitch again? Blame Canada. This one is on Curt.

I love they are still playing that ad.

Yeah exactly. Luckily I live in a remote area or the neighbors would be calling the cops for all the yelling and whatnot!

I'll translate. I speak Blackstone Valley. He said he's been a lucky s***.

Would you say he's been spectacular? Reminds me of that Seinfeld episode...."they're real and they're spectacular" Actually, I think he's been pretty impressive in the post-season and he set us up perfectly going down the stretch while most of us were standing on the Tobin predicting doom because of history. He also has the talent and guys w/ cojones which is helpful. I have never been this calm during the playoffs in my life. I don't trust it.

The speculation is all moo...or a cow's opinion: It doesn't matter. The Nose Picker comes back because they lose Mo and Posada if he doesn't. The inmates run the asylum. Either they are giving him a cordial out by offering him less to come back or he says he's coming back regardless of salary. I'm rooting for another season just because MJ will freak out. Also, that's the last I'm going to comment on this also ran until after the playoffs. The real teams are still playing. And life is f***ing good.

St John in February. My friend's schooner beckons.

Well...I don't know about that scenario...nor how Ethel got into this discussion, but I'm up for a Cleveland road trip if you can get your blubber loving friend to get on board. I thought about just the helling it and going myself. It's 7 hours from here. I love the smell of Cleveland (well never...not even in the morning) it smells like victory.

Don't further inflate his already gargantuan ego. It'll make him break out those leather chaps he's so fond of parading around in and declaring himself king of the world. Not a pretty sight. The horror. He's ok I guess (read one of the most hysterical people on earth) but he's like Abbot w/out Costello and missing the other half of the dynamic duo on this particular site. I don't think poor Suzie has ever been laid in her entire life. I would cower in shame if one of our announcers acted even remotely in that manner. How embarrassing. I don't think Remy sobs uncontrollably if Toto gets the ax. I think he'd work it into his RemDawg merchandise somehow. A whole line of clothing right there "Where's Toto?" w/ the whole paw print thing.

Yes. No way for them to understand. Fans since 96'. In the grand scheme none of us should care this much. It makes no sense. On any kind of intellectual level. It just makes sense on a visceral level for the romantics and if you're a baseball fan...you're a romantic. Yeah..yeah. No guy I'm sure wants to hear that, but honestly it's true. Passionate to the extreme because we have this ordeal that we undergo. Year after year. Game after game for the long haul...and you just never know until the last out. No other game can profess that truism. These puppies are just having a new york state of mind kinda minute....they need some suffering and some girl to tell them that yes...they are faking orgasm and here's how to do it correctly and grow up and fall in love and actually have some kind of adversity like uh oh I only have 5 bucks in the bank and the rent is due and how do I get out of this without mom and dad bailing me out. And, as improbable as it is. As, entirely nonsensical as it is....I love this game because it's just simply life. If you pay attention. Mostly in it's quiet moments if the announcers would just shut up.

You don't get to co-opt the phrase OB&G's. It's a TMW original and a TM of the Nation. You were calling him Mr. Reliable a page back and he was on your fantasy team. 6-6 ain't Mr. Reliable. What is: Schilling in the playoffs. The real season. You beat Jake Westbrook. In the stadium. Anything less would have been horrifying. Not that big of a win as Captain Marvelous grounded into a few DP's and got a gimme on an error. Not preparing for next year's team? With defensive analysis? Hughes was quite impressive and he stepped up. Hoping it goes to 5 now.

Simply marvelous. What grit. What determination. What a phony. And, he still gets ballwashed by the intentionally clueless media.

If only we had Matt Kemp

Like I said

Yeesh. Clemens last years in Boston. Old Fat f***. Horrid he was. 93. 11-14 94 9-7 95 10-5 w/ a 4.18 96 10-13. Cy Young the next year to go home to be near the children in Texas via Toronto. MC's mantra's of his many failures during the playoffs need no more entries. Damon is a boob. Left legendary status to be a no name for the bright lights because his agent is smarter than the average bear and sure to be indicted in some scandal w/in ten years. Get the facts straight. He was never given the Sox final offer because his buddy didn't let him have one. It's called being erudite and reading between the lines. And also..HA

No...Fausto was "spectacular" Pettitte was lucky several times. He got himself out of some jams and the Tribe choked on more than one occasion. About 12. That's your big game pitcher. Said w/out sarcasm. He's your 1. Period. Regardless of Jacko's proclamations of the sinkerball pitcher's stature. With bated breath I anxiously await the pullled hammy in inning 2 of your 28 million dollar whore rental. BTW....not the greatest pitcher in Red Sox history. Not by a mile. Also, way to bail on your team. MWID.

http://www.ucmp.berkeley.edu/arthropoda/uniramia/ephemeroptera/mayfly.jpg MVP! MVP!

This is humble Jacko as opposed to smarmy Jacko and suicidal Jacko. The Three Faces of Jacko as it were.

I'm fine this beautiful evening SPH. Love is in the air and threatening to doom me for it's beauty and pain. How lucky. How difficult. I admire the tenacity and recognize it. Don't mistake the consistent, frankly sarcastic remarks to our dear old friend to be anything less than love taps to a worthy adversary who has proven his mettle over many years.

yay with hopeful trepidation. I don't screw w/ the baseball gods.

Jeffrey (Jeff) Maier

and baseball doesn't need an instant replay. It's perfect in it's imperfection. Nor robot umps.