Saturday, April 10, 2010
Monday, April 05, 2010
Huge kickoff to the season (and my fantasy team-thank Youk) last night.
We were wondering just how many would show up at Thom's for the Opener given the late start and the holidays; we'll never wonder again. The place was packed.
In case you were trapped in Worcester or something, here's some video of what you missed: Exclusive Thom's Opener Video.
Regardless of where you watched it, it was a great game, sort of, unless you're a Beckett owner, then you're team got off to a rough start. (And, for all of you CC owners, GFY.)
Oh, to be at Fenway last night. Pedro threw out the first pitch. Herb Brooks was there. Steven Tyler sang. And, to top it off, Brother Love's Traveling Salvation Show's Neil Leslie Diamond sang what he sings.
Then there was baseball. Youk pounded the ball and Pedroia took advatage of a poor, washed up pitcher. In the end, the comeback was glorious if for no other reason the cheering crowd washed out Michael Kay's voice in the bar. (Big fat GFY to YES too.) But, unknown to the rest of the world is the real reason the Sox won: The Jorge Hex. Yes, a Jorge Pasado bobblehead doll was duly hexed causing the critical passed ball last night. Hip-Hip...
How good was last night's game? CHB had nothing bad to say. 'Nuff Ced.
Tomorrow night it's back om at Thom's. Game 2 of 2010. We'll have some give-aways and, as always, Thom's Ale and Spaceman Ale are $4 during the game.
Don't forget the Celts and Bruins (fingers crossed) are playoffs bound. We'll have all of those games and the NCAA Championship tonight and BC in the Frozen Four on Thursday. Not enough? Need more? Ok, Tuesday night my Lady Huskies play for the championship, again! How do you like them apples?
So, come out and while you're there get a taste of our own rivalry brewing in the hood.
Great moments are born from great opportunity. And that's what you have here tonight, boys. That's what you've earned here, tonight. One game. If we played 'em ten times, they might win nine. But not this game. Not tonight. Tonight, we skate with 'em. Tonight, we stay with 'em, and we shut them down because we can! Tonight, we are the greatest hockey team in the world. You were born to be hockey players -- every one of ya. And you were meant to be here tonight. This is your time. Their time -- is done. It's over. I'm sick and tired of hearin' about what a great hockey team the Soviets have. Screw 'em! This is your time!! Now go out there and take it!