This is a very interesting story:

Baseball at breaking point over maple bats.It would seem to me that the answer would be obvious, supersticious or not: these things are dangerous, and there's scientific evidence to prove that they work just as well as the less-shattering ash. I know a lot of people who read the above article will think that that ( Read more... )

C'mooooooooon, Os!

I haven't moved from my square on the couch for the last three innings. I knew he had it by the second pitch of the ninth (my Manny Homer Sense was tingling - it apparently works for pitchers, too), but didn't dare say a damn thing. Like watching the second season of the X-files - you know Mulder isn't gonna die, but that takes away from so much ( Read more... )

Red Sox connecting with their cutoff man.

Or, the story of the unofficial Red Sox barber.

Red Sox are on! *hee!*

You hulking morons, you had two men in scoring position!!!

I'm going home before this gets any uglier.

And that's not what I meant, perverts.

I don't want to laugh. I just want to say that it makes me feel better when the Yankee fans have the same feelings as humans. Makes a baseball-following life somehow more palateable.

David Ortiz is so good, Chuck Norris is afraid to pitch to him.

'Cuz I don't get favorite players very often, so I'm going to continue to obsess over my favorite now-non-Sox player:

Arroyo hits first pro career home run. Got the win for the game, too, I believe.

A more in-depth article, thanks to The Remy Report.