Wednesday, December 31, 2014


With apologies to Roger Angell:

Greetings, Friends!! Of this I’m sure.
Your Boston Red Sox disappoint to the core
Hey that’s nasty, that’s so mean.
What happened to the New Year theme?
Patience, creeps, I’ll get there soon.
Just let me cross the summer swoon.
Let’s lift a glass for Grady Sizemore.
No, let’s not. He’s washed ashore.
Along with Rossy, Yoanis Cespedes
Could we have gotten anything Less (ter)?
I think not. (When I think at all)
But yet we’re yolked to the old baseball.
Spring burnt brightly, trophies raised,
But we ended up in an August haze.
Where to start? Where to go?
On to the Fort. 162-0.
On Remy, On Orsillo, on Obie and Joe
Betts,Papi, Xander and Rusny Castillo.
That just fine mess of a kettle of fish
Thrown in JBJ, Jr. to flail at the dish.
Petey has no powah. Buch has no arm
And what of the can’t miss kids down on the farm?
What, indeed. You can collect ‘em all.
A then trade the lot for a bucket of balls.

Or Hanley Ramirez, of surname so screwy.
He’ll run to LF and then pull a U—ey.
Back to the infield, or slide on to first.
He’s hardly the guy to quench the creeps’ thirst.
But what do my wandering eyes do appear?
A big chunky Panda with eleventeen years
On his contract and big Benjamins
He’s got his rings and he’ll never be thin.
Look forward, not back. No “three in ten years”
Not us creeps, as determined by vote of our peers.
There’s Rich and the Kaz-man, Natalie, too
Past-a-Diving-Jeter and the Hon. sdu . (“g’day, mate”)
Pablo, C. Flake and of course, Bob, too.
It would be no holiday without giving a cat doff
To the world’s longest comment string without a payoff.
As the year nears its end, I am serving thin gruel
With a good mix of lovable, surly and cruel.
It seems like there’s no succor
No hope for our crew.
We are strapped to this Sox team
As it keeps turning the screw.
Hark now! We espy the elephant in the panel.
h.b. has “retired”, but continues to channel
Our hopes, dreams and fears. Each now and again
He puts up some artwork, and brings us back in.
In short, we deserve it, and have no surcease.
We are stuck in our Fenway Park thousand year lease.
Nine dollars for beer! Can I get a ten?
Wally’s an icon. Here hand him a pen.
I could go on, and I have. Now I’ll stop.
Hand me a 40, let’s take a pop.
In a month it is Truck Day
In another, the season.
And the end of the year is just a good reason
To thank all of you from my shallow, foul heart
Let’s yak, let’s bitch, let’s get out to the Pahk.
At the tips of our fingers ,we’ll cheer, scream and jeer
And cry out as one “wait ‘til THIS year’ “
See you in the Series.

Monday, November 24, 2014

Where's Jerry?

Old pal Jerry Trupiano has been calling the odd DII football game on cable and showing up on the SportsHub erratically to sound like an intelligent Danny Picaaaad, but some sports aggregator site recently caught up with him to discuss his career and influences.

Here's Jerry

Wednesday, May 28, 2014


WEEI is looking back on the '04 season. Lots of Jerry Trupiano clips and it sounds awesome.

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Life After Boston

Looks like failed talker Mike Salk has hit it big, hosting a live after show with a bunch of guys who fish for tuna.

No, I am not making this up.

Monday, May 19, 2014

Wordpress Is Hinky

Looks like another DDoS has floored Soxaholix, not to mention all of Wordpress.

Monday, April 28, 2014

If You Get Old Enough People Will Like You.

Interesting story on Vin Scully, who likely deserves all the respect he gets.

At Dodger Stadium and only at Dodger Stadium something else happens before the first pitch is thrown, but if you do not know to look for it you will never even notice it.

Friday, April 25, 2014

Baseball Road Trip Book Worth Reading

The remainder tables of book stores (if they still existed) are tributes to the genre of the baseball road trip. I've read more than my share and have been on a few road trips myself.

Recently, I received (gratis, as I am required by the FTC to state) a new release, entitled "I Don't Care If We Never Get Back", by two precocious Harvard grads, Ben Blatt and Eric Brewster. Blatt is a math guy, or statistics, or algorithms or just obsessive-compulsive. At any rate, he came up with a plan to see a baseball game in all 30 ballparks.

In a span of 30 days.


By car.

His co-writer, Eric does not like baseball, and it turns out they both thought it sucked by the end of the trip. This is good, because the book is fairly light on baseball stories, and leans heavily on the tedium of inter-personal relationships while driving monster miles in a Toyota RAV4 to get to each ball-park. [spoiler alert] They accomplished their goal, sort of.

In a time-worn genre, it's a new twist, and I recommend the book. The editor should be shot because s/he allowed the authors (co-authors) to change wily-nilly from first to third-person, to another third person, back to another first person, sometimes in the  space of a single paragraph. But, that's the nature of the set-up I guess.

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Creepy Strip

[update: false alarm Typepad was throttled by DDOS]
Yes, the domain is disabled. No, I don't know why. Perhaps it's the end.

Friday, March 14, 2014

Salk Out

Mike Salk, Mr. On The One Hand, On The Other Hand, is
Leaving WEEI.

See you later

Saturday, March 8, 2014

Tough Call

I seldom kick a man when he is down, with the exception of Glenn Geffner. But, I have to say, it is tough going listening/watching Jerry Remy on NESN.

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Update On Jerry Trupiano

Here @38 Cliches we sort of miss Jerry Trupiano.

He's still taking a swing at keeping in the mix, and I hope he succeeds in getting what he wants.

You can follow Jerry on Twitter, and he's pretty active.


Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Can Truck Day Be Far Behind?

More reliable than a groundhog, and earlier than Truck Day, we know Solace and Relief are afoot when we read about the annual pilgrimage to The Frozen North (i.e. Bangor, Maine) for our intrepid Red Sox Radio crew Joe Castig. and Obie.

Well, it happened again this week, so pitchers and catchers must be reporting anon. Obie, who logs more miles than a quarterhorse doing basketball for E***, makes it, somehow. Joe, of course, came to Bangor fresh after propping up broken down semi-rich folks at Fantasy Camp last week, and probably was on that cruise that they incessantly promoted during the 4th inning. every day. last year.

At any rate, there are two stellar accounts of the evening, here and here. Joe, in speaking with a local blogger, seems to have set the record for using the term "no other market does it" when referring to the event. I don't blame Joe, maybe the transcriptor of the interview.

Look, 600 people showed up. And, they never invited Geffner.