BATMAN IS COOL. BAT GIRL IS HOT!!!
Originally posted on soxmobster.tumblr.com. Chris Faraone's book, "How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Sox", will arrive at Fenway and on bookstore shelves everywhere in 2012.
I think it’s safe to say that the Sox-Yankees feud influences every last facet of life around here. People hate it when I speak to this point, but, having spent more than two decades as a New Yorker, I can confidently say that there are no Cheers billboards on the A train that say, “Sam Malone is one Red Sox pitcher who it’s alright to cheer for.
Sitting in the front row. This is why I roll solo - cheap ass single tickets in the sections where I can buy beer. Also - by the way - the beers are cheaper in the sweet seats. What’s up with that shit?
Cigarette smokers banned to the alleyway behing Who’s on First. Lots of noise out here. And this Chablis ‘79 should be served slightly chilled, but it’s room temperature - what are we, animals?
You see what happens when I put the spankin’ new rally cap on, son. Back to back homers. Boo-ya.
Here we go yo. Ain’t nuthin’ but a Green thang.
Okay so today begins my search for the perfect B hat (which I’m thinking is a navy or multi-flavored panel New Era with a red brim) and I’m noticing a trend. As you see here at the team store on Yawkey, all of the bent brim frat hats are out in the open, while the fitteds are mysteriously behind the counter. Hmmmmm.
Douche Patrol at Fenway.
This is how you celebrate a much needed Sox victory. One of these polluted yard sales just spilled a beer all over me by accident, and for some reason I just don’t give a shit. Good times up in this bitch. What a season it’s gonna be - I think I actually finally care. At least when I’m hammered.
Originally posted on soxmobster.
Here’s how the conversation went with the guy next to me at the Lansdowne Pub during the last inning:
HIM: JD Drew sucks. I have a fucking calendar that I use to count down the days until his contract expires.
ME (borrwingo Phoenix sports and cleaning guy Pat D’s line from earlier today): JD Drew is Roger Dorn.
First Sox Mobster quasi-celeb Fenway sighting of the season - the one and only Nabo Rawk of Wasted Talent out here in fresh Wallabees hangin’ with all the wicked awesome kheds.
Has anyone ever NOT been happy to leave Cleveland? Has anyone ever been happier to leave Cleveland (and this includes LeBron) than the 2011 Red Sox? After getting pummeled in Texas and iced in Ohio, the Boys of Summer are still searching for one element of their team to look anything like the juggernaut we were promised.
Tim Wakefield's new book, Knuckler: My Life with Baseball's Most Confounding Pitch, describes a career that's been . . . well, as unpredictable as a knuckleball. The kid who learned the knuckler as a last resort to stay in baseball has become the elder statesman of the Red Sox, a determined pro willing to do anything to play ball and help his team.