Congratulations to the Bosox, who just clinched a playoff spot with a 7-3 win over the DRays.
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What a way to clinch Sox!
If you can’t beat’em, start a bean ball war and get’em thrown out of the game. Kazmir was making those Sox look silly. Great job by the umps. Who was the crew chief down there, Bill Simmons.
An interesting juxtaposition of personalites between the Sox, who were jubilant after their WC clinch last night, spraying Korbel Brut ($12 a bottle, Wine Spectator rating 85, if you’re wondering) all over the Tampa clubhouse, and the subdued Yanks, who seemed pleased but not particularly satisfied after they made it into the dance last week. Stereotyping one group as happy-go-lucky but unfocussed and the other as joylessly professional, in our opinion, would be a big mistake, but the two cultures do seem remarkably different.
Ah, yes, those “joylessly professional” Yankees. So professional that they punch locker room walls, I suppose.
Those “happy-go-lucky” Red Sox sure are cute and cuddly, and damn if they haven’t tried their hardest and deserve a little something special! They are just like their home stadium, Fenway Park, a really “neat” place, as Michael Kaye said on Sunday! Kaye’s comment, and your post to a subtle and much lesser degree, ooze condescension. “Might be mistake” to stereotype? How about it IS a mistake, so don’t be so coy.
Professionalism isn’t just not being allowed to have facial hair, acting the stoic when a yell might be appropriate. It’s waiting until getting to the locker room to go nuts, to not show up the other team on the field with a wild card celebration that is out of whack with the accomplishment. Professionalism is staying focused on the ultimate prize, saying, even as one is doused in champagne, that this is just the first of what will hopefully be several celebrations.
But stay on the high horse, if you like, and keep assuming that “joyless” = “professional”, or that those terms’ consecutiveness is somehow a propos. As for me, I’ll take the amateurish, personality-filled Wild Card/possible Division winners any day of the week (or at least until Terry forgets to lift Pedro again).
Has SF been reading from the Karl Rove playbook? Interesting that my “would be a big mistake” comment has been transformed into “might be [a] mistake,” in your little rant—a nice piece of misdirection that allows you to paint (smear?) with the “coy” and “high horse” brush.
Don’t confuse SF with the facts. It’s us and them. Black and white. Threat level red.
Yes, you do say “would”, that’s true. I misquoted (an admission Karl Rove would never make, and you know better than to impugn me with associations like that – what’s next, accusations that I have never actually crossed the border into the Bronx?).
Even so, your post is so passive-aggressive it’s ridiculous. We all know what you are implying in that post, even as you seemingly play to the middle-of-the-road.
Was it not Roland Barthes who said readers “play” a text, taking meaning into their own hands? Or was that Foucault? We can never keep our Froggy semiologists straight. In any case, the point seems, er, a propos here. But I might suggest a more strictly constructonist (Bloomian?) reading. As far as this author’s concerned, SF is way out there in leftfield—Say hi to Manny!
Anybody catch the NESN post-game, in which Pedro not-so-deftly dodged the question of would he be pissed if Curt Schilling was the Game 1 starter? This should be interesting.
To SF: remedial reading comprehension course is being offered at The New School. Check it out.
Did you guys (YF or SF) investigate the truth/circumstances around Pedro inviting a dwarf into the Sox clubhouse one-hour before the first pitch on the Saturday after his loss. I haven’t seen any posts about it and wanted to get the lowdown.
Wow, what nastiness. All because I read a sub-text into YF’s post that, through personal knowledge of said blogger, I know to exist. You guys are in such denial. Weren’t we all supposed to get that out of our system at Friday night’s services?
What about the dawrf?
I couldn’t find anything indicating Brian Cashman spent any time in the Sox’ clubhouse.
Your use of a one-liner is clearly a defense mechanism and implies that the rumor is not only true, but incredibly embarassing to SF. If SF is true to his own blog-site he will investigate until the truth is known or the heavens fall.
In ring #2: Millar and the bearded lady.
Thanks SF. You can’t make this stuff up!
How can you say the Yankees are joyless? I’ve never seen them so full of joy and ebuliance as when they beat the Sox in last year’s ALCS. Jeter with the fist pump, Joe hugging everybody, Rivera kissing the mound, and let’s not forget Boone so full of joy he was incoherent. Yankees, joyless? Only during the regular season.
Joyless in the regular season? Not that either. Take a look at Jeets during a game: He always has a smile on his face. A-Rod? Hardly a sourpuss. Seriousness about winning does not equal joylessness.
Ok. Not joyless. How many for “humorless”?
Yankee fans may be humorless. Steinbrenner may be humorless, except when he’s defending the Yankees honor in hotel elevators. NY and Boston sportswriters may be humorless. Bush and Kerry may be humorless. The Yankee players quite funny guys, very witty.
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