Celebrate Good Times, Come On!

(Photo from Boston.com)

Okay, that picture is like Christmas and your grandfather laughing all at once. It’s like puppies and fluffy white clouds and sunshine on your birthday. It’s like supreme happy.

The Red Sox have certainly been creating their share of supreme happiness lately. And for that, I am supremely grateful.

Apparently, that’s why we put up with everything from Curt Schilling. We deal with the bitching about a new contract and the blustering about…everything. We deal with that because more often than not, when it comes time to be a big man in the postseason, Schilling is Captain Big Pants. He surely was yesterday. Despite the final 9-1 score, the game was close until the 8th when the Sox, as Jen said, scored a touchdown. (It was Sunday, football talk reigned supreme). And from there, despite the appearance of Eric Gagne on a Red Sox postseason mound, it was all gravy.

Of course, if y’all really want a special postseason experience, you should play the Mike Scioscia Face drinking game. Developed by Amy, it involves drinking every time the camera shows Mike Scioscia standing in the dugout and, per Amy “looking like he wet his pants three innings ago and he’s standing in his urine-soaked uniform pants and trying to power through.” You’ll be lucky if you make it through the fifth inning without alcohol poisoning.

But judging by the Sox celebration pictures on Boston.com, it’d be amazing if the Sox managed to avoid that fate as well. Good thing we have five days off.

As for our opponent, I guess we’ll just have to wait and see. Now, don’t get me wrong, I want Cleveland, if for no other reason than because I’m done with the Yankees and I want new blood. Plus, I kind of like Cleveland. They’ve got spunk. And Trot Nixon, who, despite the outcome of yesterday’s game still holds ownership papers to Roger Clemens. Plus, that reenactment of “The Fly” was kind of awesome. So I humbly request that they take care of the Yankees today, Joe Torre finally gets his walking papers (at this point, he’s probably begging for it), and we all take the next four days or so to gear up for the ALCS. That’s a lot of days, a lot of time to run out of baseball type things to talk about. Which means several days of stories about Jonathan Papelbon’s special edition Scrabble board made out of beef jerky and Cheez-Its and Mike Lowell’s tutoring of Jason Varitek’s playoff scruff. Bring it on.

As for the Pats, I swear, after Tedy Bruschi absolutely leveled Derek Anderson on that sack, Anderson was about four seconds away from flat out refusing to go back into the game, instead forcing Crennel to send Brady Quinn into the fray. Luckily for Quinn, he managed to avoid the onslaught. But the Patriots, as Manny Ramirez would say, are bad men. And they keep rolling along.


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