Maligned J.D. Drew whips out his Salami in Game 6
So, Cliffy has been riding all of us because because the contributions to OGS have been lacking in the past few months. I have been traveling and {insert why pussy hurts here} whatnot, but now I’m home, hopefully for like a month or something. So I figured I’d get wasted and start posting for him.
And speaking of Cliffy, I hear there may be some posts on this very site questioning the worth of Boston Red Sock J.D. Drew. (btw, what is the singular of one of those team members? data, datum?) Meh, who cares… dude just went long with the sacks juiced. Lots of people have made October their playground to great personal gain… Carlos Beltran, Derek Lowe, (alcohol cloud must lift for me to name more. I’m sure one of my encyclopedic commentors will pepper the post with more). Reggie Jackson? Eh, he was good in the regular season too.
My point is, I’m pretty sure nobody in the Nation cares that J.D. Drew hadn’t driven in a run yet in the ALCS, not even crumudgeonly Mr. Clifford. Game 6 Grand Slam? Yeah, that’s okay.
Watch this space. I’m on drink #3.
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okay, I’m back… As the runs kept mounting for the BoSox, the drinks kept up their attack upon my liver. I found it not so terribly important to post, as Chief Wahoo and the Erie Warriors were being lined up down the third base line, all their pants down, receiving their spankings. It’s now 12-2, and even giving them a run every time Travis Hafner strikes out would not come close to closing the gap. Maybe if they award runs for the amount of times McGraw says something stupid, we’d be onto something.
Ha, Gagne can even get these guy out tonite. Neumann, I hope you’re happy with your team this evening.
So, onto the pitchers for Game 7. Westbrook and his sinker go against The Empire of Japan, and their very nervous son, Daisuke Matsuzaka, or whatever the eff. Dice-K evidently stared at his locker for an hour the other nite, not answering questions.
At least I got some footage of 1975, where the Reds hurt Lynn in Game 6, Fisk hit is hope-giver, and then, as I’m sure everyone in the Nation remembers, we did them in their own house. Manny just tied Pete Rose in his hit-streak of 15 for the LCS, and that’s cool, but they have a ways to go b/4 they’ve done back-to-back.
Nora and Claire’s Grandmother will be rooting for the Red Sox tomorrow nite. I guess I will too, providing the NFL Sunday Nite game isn’t anyone interesting.
I’m out.
October 21st, 2007 at 9:15 am
“we did them in their own house”
Not that I want to discourage you from jumping on the RSN bandwagon, but what’s this we shit…have you got a mouse in your pocket?
I realize its hard to determine which team you mean when you say “we”, but I’m fairly certain at this point your version of “we” is several teams removed from the Reds.
Just sayin’…I know that Cliffy and I are aware that it was *our* team that got dogged by the Big Red Machine in ‘75. Just not sure it was *your* team that did the dogging, and thus, by the transitive property of Chuck, am not sure that *we* have to take your smack talk.
October 21st, 2007 at 9:18 am
Btw, I was gonna start a thread about the Injuns and their propensity to use performance enhancing drugs, but I STILL can’t start a post. Just get the old ‘this page cannot be displayed’ message when I click on ‘Entries’.
Am I missing something?
October 21st, 2007 at 10:32 am
Aah, the old “which team is yours defense.” Works when you have nothing else to say. I was four years old in ‘75, so how many other places had I lived then?
As for starting a post, I always go to the “Site Admin” link on the right side of the page, and then the resulting page has a “Write a post” link.
October 21st, 2007 at 11:41 pm
Oh, I’m not questioning whether you were a Red fan at the time. Far from it. In fact, I’m quite certain you were since as you know, you were still a bona fide Red fan, with paraphanalia and everything, when I met you.
I’m just sayin’ that I don’t want to hear any smack talk about ‘75 now that you’ve abandoned your team.
October 22nd, 2007 at 11:31 am
If you search the archives, I suspect you’ll find my post supporting the JD Drew acquisition. Now, it took JD about six months to make me look good, but… hey, I’m patient.
Well… actually I’m not, I officially jumped off the JD Drew Bandwagon around late August - just in time for him to (finally) start producing in September, and now October. Who knew that *I* was the one weighing him down? If all it took was some negativity from me rather than staunchly positive support, well…. hell - I can do that. I know. I’ve seen me do it.
If you were given nothing more than the following two tidbits of information, you could likely surmise that the Sox won… big: (1) JD Drew got a basehit, and (2) Eric Gagne pitched an inning without giving up a run. Now the latter could simply signal that they lost by ten runs and Francona didn’t want to waste anyone else out of the bullpen, even it what would’ve been the last game of the season. But the combination of those two facts stated above makes it eminently clear that the planets aligned on that given night, and the Sox won… um, big.
I was actually out watching the game, and when the Sox got it to like a 7- or 8-run lead (something like that), a guy next me wondered out loud if it was safe to bring Gagne in (ostensibly to save the “good” arms in the bullpen for what appeared to be a game 7). I commented, “Not unless its a double-digit lead.” Sure enough… it got to ten runs, and *then* Francona felt safe enough to bring him in.
It’s like DKE intramural basketball. Papa Bear and I were promised that we could get into a game. As it happens, we were up by like 30 against TEP (if memory serves), a team whose tallest player was shorter than Einhorn… so Coach Wolanske felt safe putting us in. Our first trip into the offensive zone, pass into Clifford, up strong for the layup… clang! Papa Bear tears down the rebound and goes back up strong to finish… but misses! Clifford scrapes the glass - and goes back up to finish off… and misses! This went back and forth 11 times, Papa Bear and I having a basketball volley off the backboard and rim. It didn’t end when we made the basket - but rather when we were both too tired to outjump the Lilliputians we were playing against, so they grabbed the rebound and went 5-on-3 the other way (as Papa Bear and I were far too winded to get back on defense). They scored easily, and we were taken out.
Our combined career statline for DKE intramural basketball: 2 minutes played, 0-for-11 shooting, 10 rebounds. We were the Eric Gagne of our time. But I digress…
Is there any way Gagne gets on the WS roster? Seriously. Put Tavarez in there - at least if he blows it, it’ll be entertaining. I see no possible way Francona could conceivably have one ounce of confidence in Eric Gagne right now. I loved the trade when they made it - but it… has… not… worked… out.