Thursday, May 25, 2006

Little Wily Mo

Little Wily Mo, Wily won't go home
But you can't push Wily 'round Wily won't go
Try tellin' everybody but, oh no
Little Wily Mo, Wily won't go home . . .
-Nicky Chinn, Mike Chapman

I thought the tide was going to turn when Rhonda took off her pin-striped shirt and cut it into shreds. (If you weren't there, you'll have to ask someone that was. WOW!) Manny instantly hit a home run, but Wily was stopped in his tracks and we were subjected to 10 minutes of Michael Kay gloating. There have been several requests to press the SAP button when the YES broadcasts are on. Let me know what you think.

The MFY took 2 out of 3 but the rivalry doesn't end there. Next Wednesday 4 Yankee fans are coming in to take on 4 Red Sox fans in a baseball trivia challenge. The teams aren't set yet, so if you think you know your Red Sox let me know and you could be on the team.

Thanks to all of you that stuck around for the screening of "Red Sox Stories". If you were in it and want a copy let me know.

I asked for your blogs and here they are:

He may be an East Village Idiot but he loves the Sox.

If you hate the Riv you're in good company with Michael Legett. Read his romantic ramblings on Random Fandom. And, find out what "F*** Kaczmarczyk" means.

If you care at all about sheep do not open WelshSoxFan's website. He probably has the best reason to root for the Red Sox: they were the closest team to his home in WALES!

The omnipresent Q hits us every day with The Mighty Quinn Media Machine. The most prolific blogger on the planet, yesterday Quinn cheered me up with his recounting of the best game I ever attended: September 10, 1999 at the Toilet. It was the first time I ever got thrown out of Yankee Stadium.

He's not Sully, he's the Suldog and here's his blog.

And lastly is this idiot that seems to be copying almost everthing that I write.

You love her
But she loves him
And he loves somebody else
Ya just can't win
And so it goes
Till the day you die
This thing they call love
It's gonna make you cry
I've had the blues
The reds and the pinks
One thing's for sure...
-P. Wolf/S. Justman

Tuesday, May 23, 2006


Do you ever get the feeling that A-Rod owns himself in fantasy basbeball?

His homerun last night in the ninth reminded me of a Saturday in early February 1978. Sammy White's Bowling Lanes was closed due to the fact that their roof caved in from too much snow, but somehow, "Candlepins for Cash" was still on the air. (I guess the Wal-Lex had better builders.) Anyway, some shlub named Dave DiStefano was down 32 pins to Dennis McHugh going into the last frame. He was sure to lose when the RED PIN showed up! If DiStefano got a strike on the "Red Pin Frame" he would win a shit load of money. (A couple of sawbucks, I think. I was 5 years old, $20 was a lot of money!) The show's host Bob Gamere did his best Michael Kay impression trying to rev up the crowd as DiStefano tossed his meaningless blue-swirl ball for a money making strike. In the end DiStefano lost the game, though. I think he's at Walpole now for pulling a guy out of his car on the Mass. Ave. Bridge. I miss those tonic machines that spit out a cup, then syrup, then soda water. What the hell was I talking about? Oh yeah, Bob Gamere was pretty cool.

The End.

(Bob Gamere, now)

Anyway the Sox won last night and many of you (3) won prizes. They'll be more fun tonight.

Thanks to Stephanie for our mention in her great NY Post article and her adeptness at pulling a raffle ticket.
Just when I thought I had the scoop on the Post piece one of our resident bloggers, John Q. Redsocksphan, sent me his take on Jim's omnipresence. Check it out.

Which reminds me: Got a blog? Send it in and I'll send them out in an all blog e-mail.

NEWS FLASH! Gary Sheffield was stopped at the tolls in Weston for running the Fast Lane. He's on his way to Walpole (Sorry, MCI Cedar Junction for you Walpole residents) to share a cell with DiStefano.

Come on and zoom, zoom, zoom-a zoom!
We're gonna zoom-a, zoom-a, zoom-a, zoom-a zoom!
Everybody's movin' it, everybody's doin' it,
Everybody's havin' a ball, yeah!
So would you zoom, zoom, zoom-a zoom?
Come on and zoom-a zoom-a zoom-a zoom!
I'm Chris! --

Monday, May 22, 2006

Yankees at Red Sox

Two words should be enough for this massive missive: RedSox, Yankees.
(They should be, but they're not, because I'm a verbose bastard.)

It's time again to take on the MFY. It's in Boston, so you should be at Thom's.

This time around the Socks find themselves up a game and an half looking to leave the MASH Unit Formerly Known As The Yankees in the dust. Chacon went on the DL today and Giambi is due to hurt himself with that grotesque smile of his any day now. As always there will be give-aways and raffles and booze. Yes booze. So come on down.

In The News

Big thanks to Tessie who sent us a DVD of the footage the Red Sox took at Thom's a couple of weeks ago. The interviews with Jim McGuire, the regulars, and me appeared on "Red Sox Stories" last Sunday on TV38. Just to think that I was on a show that in someway supplanted "The Movie Loft" is enough to make this boy from Brighton cry. Look for a screening of the show at Thom's in the near future ( i.e. everyday).

Pick up a copy of today's post to read what your bartender, Jim McGuire, has to say about accepting contracts to build the new Toilet. Oh hell, I'll just tell you: 'Red Sox fans said they're happy to leave the job to a New York company. "They'll overpay and be disappointed - just like having A-Rod on their team," said Jim McGuire, co-owner of Professor Thom's, a Bosox-friendly bar in Manhattan.' Like Savoir Faire, Jim's everywhere.

"Did he ever return,
No he never returned
And his fate is still unlearn'd He may ride forever 'neath the streets of Boston He's the man who never returned
-Jacqueline Steiner and Bess Lomax Hawes

...If You Ain't Got That Ring.