Words, Words

OK, a sign that things are picking up, or breaking down, depending on your perspective.

Glenn Gefner has a blog from Spring Training 2010.

This is probably because the local press doesn't care much about the Marlins. Sort of like the
hockey team that paid a blogger to cover them.


Kindly note that there is a tedious bonus: video from Glenn

Old School

It's Alive

Dan Meyer

Rick VandenHurk, whoever that is.

Glenn Geffner at Marlins FanFest.

Glenn, salad bar. Salad bar, Glenn. I'd like to introduce you two.

Can Geffner Be Far Behind?

On a cold day, some bone-chilling news:

Larry Lucchino, who has longstanding ties to Steinberg dating to their days with the Orioles in the '70s, said on WEEI's "Dennis and Callahan" program this morning that the club has made Steinberg an offer to return.


Steinberg, of course, was personally responsible for the execrable Glenn Geffner, both in the Red Sox front office and on the radio broadcasts.

The Dandy Dentist and the Scourge of the Airwaves

Stay Focussed, Stop Struggling

In a sure sign that there will be baseball sometime in our immediate future, the annual visit of Joe C. to Bangor, Maine to do their live Hot Stove show.

Read about it here in the Bangor Daily News

Dave hasn't hit many salad bars in his basketball travels.

On a positive note, no mention of Glenn Geffner.

Fair Warning

uh

One Man's Meat

This Red Sox team is boring

Ouch

Here


During the few painful minutes I listened, Troop uttered the phrase "my career has come to this" at least two or three times. Sadly, I don't think it was part of his radio-show banter...it sounded sincere. I guess it can happen to anyone.

The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year

{As always, apologies to Roger Angell]

Greetings, Friends
Please draw near
To hear about last Red Sox' year.

The triumphs, the failures
The weak and the strong
The boneheads, the Lugos
J.Bay and beyond

Say hey, Kevin Youkillis,
He of the chin mop,
Zut Alors! D. Pedroia
His motor don't stop.

And on to Jacoby,
then Nancy and V Mart
Two out of 3
Can make Theo look smart.


A Wassail for Heidi!
Some cheese for the Eck
Welcome Back Jerry Remy!
The fill-ins were dreck.

A toast for the bullpen!
Fill up your tankard
Oki, and Wagner,
Saito and Bard.

Of course, a special word of thanks
For Tito, always closing ranks.
Millsy, Bogar, Hale and all the others
You'd think these guys were really brothers.

They're not! You cry.
You're Right, I shout.
Mike Lowell
Are you in or out?

Redass Beckett
Dumbass Paps
All the broads in
Their Pink Caps

This is the season!
One happy nation!
We hope Manny liked
His summer vacation

Which reminds me,
Huzzah Big Paps
We're still convinced
You have the chops.


Varitek? Eh,
Though you implore us
We sort of hate you,
Scotty Bora$

Dice-K, styling, won the Classic
Then he nibbled, I got carsick
Bucholz, Lester, Wakefield's legs
Monster seats, foul-smelling kegs

Month- old beer, dogs a-plenty
Larry, is there change from twenty?
"I think not. We've mouths to feed.
We'll squeeze you till your eyeballs bleed"


A special hug
To the dirty dickhead
Who shut me out from
My season tickets.

No disrespect, sir
(no intent, but)
I hope you're hit
By a cement truck


Back to the park and have a drink
My infield's now a hockey rink.
We have to monetize the Winter
Frozen as the Splendid Splinter


Joe Castig and Dave O'Brien
Rish, God Bless him, keeps on trying.
Henry, with his wife-slash-daughter
Was that a Kobe Ring he bought her?


And so we look to Twenty-Ten
Whither Gonzalez?
If so? When?

Collect the Mistletoe and Holly
Kiss those red socks, embrace Wally
It Christmas Time, a Holiday
(Not Matt or Roy: we wouldn't pay)

Spring arrives, the Sox are better;
Feed the baby, mail your letter.
Christmas again, and peace on earth:
Godspeed, good friends, for what it's worth.

Your pal

lc

Mike Cameron?

Sure, why not?

He'll wear number 23, which is a bit unsettling once you look at who else has had that number:

George Stumpf        1931
Ed Morris            1931
Joe Judge            1933
Bob Seeds            1934
Dick Porter          1934
Stew Bowers          1935
George Dickey        1936
Gene Desautels       1937
Johnny Peacock       1938-40
Bill Fleming         1941
Bill Conroy          1942-44
Billy Holm           1945
Clem Dreisewerd      1946
Tommy Fine           1947
Neil Sheridan        1948
Tom Wright           1948
Tom O'Brien          1949-50
Clyde Vollmer        1950-51
Harry Taylor         1952
Hersh Freeman        1953
Tom Brewer           1954-61*
Dave Morehead        1963-66
Dick Williams        1967-69
Mike Derrick         1970
Chuck Hartenstein    1970
Luis Tiant           1971-78
Don Zimmer           1980 (MGR)
Dennis Boyd          1982-89
Tom Brunansky        1990-92
Ivan Calderon        1993
Rob Deer             1993 
Dave Valle           1994 
Tom Brunansky        1994
Herm Starrette       1995 (COACH)
Phil Clark           1996
Reggie Harris        1996
Herm Starrette       1997 (COACH)
Billy Ashley         1998
Brian Daubach        1999-2002
Casey Fossum         2003
Brian Daubach        2004
Ramon Vazquez        2005
Alex Cora            2005-06
Javy Lopez           2006
Julio Lugo           2007-09
Adam LaRoche         2009
Joey Gathright       2009

________________
* Tom Brewer was a pretty good pitcher
who played for some horrific teams
(Boston Red Sox) in the 50's.
I attended the last game he ever
pitched on September 27, 1961.
He was the starter, and as I recall,
walked off the mound in the middle
of the 2nd inning, never to pitch again.

Oddly, I cannot find any reference to it in a search.

Geffner Non-Update

The big news from South Florida is that the Marlins' flagship radio station is starting up a two hour radio show on Saturdays to discuss baseball.


How quaint.

Better yet, Glenn Geffner was the host of this extravaganza last year, but wasn't asked to do it this year. Maybe they are getting tired of him, too.

Christmas Shooping Woes? Problem Solved

Dated, but still, who wouldn't want one?