Can the fucking Red Sox go to a Home Depot or fucking Walmart and pick up some fucking offense?
Are you fucking kidding me?
What an absolute joke this “powerhouse” offense is. Last year we had a bottom third of the line-up that was an absolute turd. You knew that once the the #6 batter was out the next hope for a hit was your leadoff hitter which set up the team for plenty of double plays, strikeouts, and plenty of rally killing outs with runners on base.
So heading into the off-season the team upgraded where? That’s right, no-fucking-where. In essence Theo and his brain-trust figured the team was fine. An albatros at shortstop who not only sucks at the plate, but blows giant donkey balls in the field, a catcher who can’t bat his weight (in his defense he calls an incredible game), and a $14M mistake in right field.
I know it’s only April, I really understand this, but come on!! This is fucking ridiculous! Your only regular guys batting over .300 are Youk and the $14M mistake, Drew. They’ve managed 8 home runs and scored a whopping 29 runs in their 9 games. So you think 3.2 (roughly) runs a game are going to win you games when you have the likes of Clay Buchholz and John Lester in your rotation? Wake the fuck up and smell the Maple Nut Crunch (second use on the blog of the obscure Denis Leary reference).
Thank Christ the Celtics keep winning, well not Wednesday against the Wizards and they looked pathetic against the Bucks blowing a 25 point lead on Tuesday. I guess we can get distracted by watching the Bruins get swept in the 1st round of the NHL playoffs.
I’m not saying that there needs to be a roster overhaul, but seriously. Da Guy has been saying it for a few months now. SHAKE IT THE FUCK UP!!!! Oh and Mike Lowell is hurt for who knows how long. This anemic lineup is horseshit.
I’m going to whack down a six pack to calm my nerves and try and forget this bullshit.
Call me what you will… call me crass, call me an ass. Call me loud, call me proud. Call me a femme, call me whatever you want. But… that Bill Buckner moment brought tears to my eyes….
Many tears in fact. Im not sure if they were tears of pride, tears of redemption, tears from years of disappointment, or just tears for Bill. Don’t forget, this guy went into hiding in Idaho or Montana or some shit. He felt the weight of all Boston and New England for that matter. He swore he’d never come back!!!
Those of us who don’t tend to panic and can keep Red Sox baseball in context know that it was never Buckner’s fault. In team sports it is very rare for a game/season ever to hinge on one players peformance. He was a scapegoat for what seems like millions of morons. It was never his fault.
To see him, the man, the actual real William Buckner walking onto the Fenway field was thrilling and therapeudical at the same time. It was as if a huge weight of guilt had been lifted off of Boston and myself, and vindication was served on an undeserving tyrant
From what I’ve read and heard, Buckner is a good man, a good husband, and a great father. Nothing beyond that matters much at all. Welcome back Bill. Don’t be a stranger….
-Shake It Up!!!!