Seattle Zack
Count each one
- Joined
- Aug 29, 2003
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Not really a member, but I may have to apply for an honorary guest after this last game.
Sports is such an unpredictable battlefield, the unlikeliest of heroes emerging to keep the drama alive. Watching Schilling pitch tonight, each throw in agony, was amazing. Watching David Ortiz, not one but twice, rescue the Red Sox from the brink of despair (again!) was amazing. Watching Clemens pitch and pitch and pitch last night, when he's old enough to be the father of the rest of the guys on the starting rotation, was amazing.
The drama of sports is undeniable. Let those who don't understand it, or embrace it, mutter their highbrow denials, unwilling to understand the majesty of the contest. Men get it. Whining women or namby-pamby pathetic men who spend their lives reading feminist tracts, watching Oprah or Lifetime will never understand it.
Sure, they're overpaid multimillionaires being paid to chase a ball ... but any man I know would trade his life in a second for that of a major leaguer.
What a game. What a series. Down 3-0, no chance at all, and the Sox come back. Such a constrast of styles. The Yankees, button-down pinstripes, no facial hair allowed. The Evil Empire. The Sox, on the other hand, are a self-described "bunch of idiots." Salsa music blaring in the clubhouse, and their leader, Johnny Damon, looks like a caveman. They even imported a 31-inch dwarf from the Dominican Republic as a mascot. Can you make this stuff up?
Fuck, let's play some baseball. I love game sevens. Go Sox!
Sports is such an unpredictable battlefield, the unlikeliest of heroes emerging to keep the drama alive. Watching Schilling pitch tonight, each throw in agony, was amazing. Watching David Ortiz, not one but twice, rescue the Red Sox from the brink of despair (again!) was amazing. Watching Clemens pitch and pitch and pitch last night, when he's old enough to be the father of the rest of the guys on the starting rotation, was amazing.
The drama of sports is undeniable. Let those who don't understand it, or embrace it, mutter their highbrow denials, unwilling to understand the majesty of the contest. Men get it. Whining women or namby-pamby pathetic men who spend their lives reading feminist tracts, watching Oprah or Lifetime will never understand it.
Sure, they're overpaid multimillionaires being paid to chase a ball ... but any man I know would trade his life in a second for that of a major leaguer.
What a game. What a series. Down 3-0, no chance at all, and the Sox come back. Such a constrast of styles. The Yankees, button-down pinstripes, no facial hair allowed. The Evil Empire. The Sox, on the other hand, are a self-described "bunch of idiots." Salsa music blaring in the clubhouse, and their leader, Johnny Damon, looks like a caveman. They even imported a 31-inch dwarf from the Dominican Republic as a mascot. Can you make this stuff up?
Fuck, let's play some baseball. I love game sevens. Go Sox!