A Second Look...

This must be New Math. The Rays numbers just don't add up. This is a screen cap of the line score for Sox/Rays game last night. The game was exciting but I was distracted trying to do the math. I decided I was over my vodka limit and copied the score to figure out this morning. I'm sober now but the math is still off.

Just one of the many, many reasons we love Manny. Not that any of us needed another reason.

YOOOOUUUUUUUK!!! With attitude! I love this picture of Youk. I'm guessing that the photographer was probably a Yankee fan or a Fox Sports announcer. They are equally annoying.

This is the way all Red Sox games should be.

Baseball Is Life...

Baseball is poetry, dance and fluid emotion. It is ecstasy and anguish. Both work and play. Baseball turns men into boys and boys into men. Baseball is blind to race and nationality it crosses all barriers and moves boundaries. Baseball is a time machine, enabling us to travel into the past and future. It is shock and awe, a comedy and a mystery. Baseball give us reason to dream, to believe, to strive and achieve. It creates friendships and enemies. It forgives but never forgets. Baseball can make a man a hero, a legend a god. Baseball creates memories that will last forever. It produces laughter and tears. Baseball is a socially acceptable addiction. Thank God, because Baseball Is Life.