Before I delve into some picspam goodness...
Hey all what's up? Not much really going on here. I've been up since 9:30 just bored out of my mind. It's an offday today for the Red Sox, which kinda sucks, but it's cool at the same time. I'm getting my new car tomorrow which is pretty sweet. My mom and I have a deal for paying for it. She's gonna front me the money and then every week she's gonna take 100 dollars from my change bucket, roll it, and put it in her savings. You see I have a lot of tip money from work that I never got around to rolling. I do have like 300 rolled in a blue bucket. Not that bad of a deal. Especially if I get the gig at Tim Horton's too.
Anyways, Red Sox have an offday but that doesn't stop the Bradford Files for their awesomeness. Today's entry has a whole bunch of awesome mixed in. You see Bradford is a columnist at the Boston Herald and is responsible for a lot of the really spiffy articles like about the more amusing/human interest stuff. He mixes in some stats and ish and he just is one of the best out there. Between him, the ProJo gang, and Alex Speier at the Union Leader, that's my favorite readings right there. Anyways he has a whole bunch of good stuff and here's one bit.
Besides winning the World Series, the single most common rallying cry in the Red Sox clubhouse, according to more than one player, is getting Lowell re-signed. A new contract and a spot on People en Espanol’s “50 Most Beautiful” list, not bad.
Well we know Papelbon is spearheading that campaign to get Lowell back on that list and is part of the re-signing bit. Lowell also kind of called out the Bradford Files for their criticizing of his and Cora's pick of Donovan McNabb in the third round of the Big Red Sox Fantasy Football Draft Extravaganza. And of course, some Obligatory Okajima Dance Party snippet...which I'm sure talonvaki would be interested in.
Oh, and before I forget it, Hideki Okajima’s translator, Jeff Yamaguchi, has gotten the go-ahead from the composer of “Okajima, Oki-Doke,” Mr. Yoshie, to release the song. If Okajima agrees, the Fenway crowd will be hearing it the next time the reliever pitcher. Let me tell you, it’s going to be big … Gabby Hayes big! It’s the kind of beat that burrows in your head like a parasite, a fun parasite. In fact, a few unnamed players were toying with the ideas of buying the rights. Hmmm.
This shall be interesting...to say the least. I mean the song already hypnotized the entire Red Sox team into dancing around. And why do I have the feeling that Coco Crisp and Mike Lowell are two of the unnamed players wanna buy the rights? Also, there's a new bloggage that kicks ass called Hacks with Haggs Which has this really really great interview with ASU coach Pat Murphy, Pedroia's old coach. That dude is a fucking riot. And if you're wondering where Dustin's overconfidence to the point of cockiness comes from, look no further than Murphy
One time we’re playing Fullerton or something like that and he’s a freshman and he strikes out to lead off the game, which is something he rarely ever does, and I come over to Dustin and say ‘hey Dustin, how was that slider?’ and he says back to me ‘Coach…that thing is so nasty.’ Well the rest of the team heard him say that and they’re going to start thinking it’s nasty and if Pedroia can’t that slider then the rest of them can’t hit it either.
I pulled him aside and I said ‘Pedroia, for the rest of your life if someone asks you about a pitch you say ‘ah…it’s alright but I should have hit it.’
But now you’ve got the other side of it where you’ve created a monster and for the next three years every time…every time you asked Pedroia how the pitchers stuff was he would say ‘this guy sucks…he’s terrible.’ He’d just be screaming at the guy ‘this guys terrible…you’re terrible’…all 5-foot-6, 120-pounds of him.
Oh and this one last story is fucking awesomely hilarious.
Here’s our first meeting: he walks in and I’m in this little cubby hole office that I have in the stadium and he’s just got this plain white cut-off undershirt on. He walks by and he’s this pale white kid who is about 5-foot-6 and 130-pounds and he’s this big hullabaloo recruit. People are coming up to me and going ‘this is your big recruit shortstop?’
I’m like okay and then Pedroia walks by, flexes and then says ‘Hey Murph check out these guns, man.’ The guy has the biceps of a six-year-old, he has no business wearing a shirt with cut-off sleeves and I’m getting blinded by the shine from the head of a college freshman that’s going bald; then he just proceeded to go out and make every play.
Okay picspam coming soon...stay tuned
Anyways, Red Sox have an offday but that doesn't stop the Bradford Files for their awesomeness. Today's entry has a whole bunch of awesome mixed in. You see Bradford is a columnist at the Boston Herald and is responsible for a lot of the really spiffy articles like about the more amusing/human interest stuff. He mixes in some stats and ish and he just is one of the best out there. Between him, the ProJo gang, and Alex Speier at the Union Leader, that's my favorite readings right there. Anyways he has a whole bunch of good stuff and here's one bit.
Besides winning the World Series, the single most common rallying cry in the Red Sox clubhouse, according to more than one player, is getting Lowell re-signed. A new contract and a spot on People en Espanol’s “50 Most Beautiful” list, not bad.
Well we know Papelbon is spearheading that campaign to get Lowell back on that list and is part of the re-signing bit. Lowell also kind of called out the Bradford Files for their criticizing of his and Cora's pick of Donovan McNabb in the third round of the Big Red Sox Fantasy Football Draft Extravaganza. And of course, some Obligatory Okajima Dance Party snippet...which I'm sure talonvaki would be interested in.
Oh, and before I forget it, Hideki Okajima’s translator, Jeff Yamaguchi, has gotten the go-ahead from the composer of “Okajima, Oki-Doke,” Mr. Yoshie, to release the song. If Okajima agrees, the Fenway crowd will be hearing it the next time the reliever pitcher. Let me tell you, it’s going to be big … Gabby Hayes big! It’s the kind of beat that burrows in your head like a parasite, a fun parasite. In fact, a few unnamed players were toying with the ideas of buying the rights. Hmmm.
This shall be interesting...to say the least. I mean the song already hypnotized the entire Red Sox team into dancing around. And why do I have the feeling that Coco Crisp and Mike Lowell are two of the unnamed players wanna buy the rights? Also, there's a new bloggage that kicks ass called Hacks with Haggs Which has this really really great interview with ASU coach Pat Murphy, Pedroia's old coach. That dude is a fucking riot. And if you're wondering where Dustin's overconfidence to the point of cockiness comes from, look no further than Murphy
One time we’re playing Fullerton or something like that and he’s a freshman and he strikes out to lead off the game, which is something he rarely ever does, and I come over to Dustin and say ‘hey Dustin, how was that slider?’ and he says back to me ‘Coach…that thing is so nasty.’ Well the rest of the team heard him say that and they’re going to start thinking it’s nasty and if Pedroia can’t that slider then the rest of them can’t hit it either.
I pulled him aside and I said ‘Pedroia, for the rest of your life if someone asks you about a pitch you say ‘ah…it’s alright but I should have hit it.’
But now you’ve got the other side of it where you’ve created a monster and for the next three years every time…every time you asked Pedroia how the pitchers stuff was he would say ‘this guy sucks…he’s terrible.’ He’d just be screaming at the guy ‘this guys terrible…you’re terrible’…all 5-foot-6, 120-pounds of him.
Oh and this one last story is fucking awesomely hilarious.
Here’s our first meeting: he walks in and I’m in this little cubby hole office that I have in the stadium and he’s just got this plain white cut-off undershirt on. He walks by and he’s this pale white kid who is about 5-foot-6 and 130-pounds and he’s this big hullabaloo recruit. People are coming up to me and going ‘this is your big recruit shortstop?’
I’m like okay and then Pedroia walks by, flexes and then says ‘Hey Murph check out these guns, man.’ The guy has the biceps of a six-year-old, he has no business wearing a shirt with cut-off sleeves and I’m getting blinded by the shine from the head of a college freshman that’s going bald; then he just proceeded to go out and make every play.
Okay picspam coming soon...stay tuned