(A rough approximate of Sean Casey last night)
Look, there are some games where it’s just better for you to go to bed. Like last night. Because you just knew that wasn’t ending well. Two and a half hours into the game and it was still the fifth inning and oh my god, I’m not sure I have the stomach for that.
But the way I figure it, that kind of crap is bound to happen. So we shake it off and we move on to today. And maybe we tell Clay not to wear so many necklaces next time. (We might also want to tell MLB.com to hire some new headline writers because “Chad does rad work against the Red Sox” is just cringe-inducing. Your team of monkeys should do better than that, MLB).
But what I really want to talk about is Sean Casey crawling back towards second base with his batting helmet over his eyes. In a single moment, Casey managed to emulate both past Red Sox first basemen, Kevin Millar (what with the falling down in the basepath) and current teammate Jason Varitek (with the calling himself safe, a favorite move of Tek’s). And then Casey proceeded to take abuse about the play for, oh, the entire rest of his life, looks like. From teammates and Jerry Remy alike. And you know if Jerry Remy – he of the most famous on-air air guitar mishap – is making fun of you, you probably looked pretty freakin’ ridiculous. Ah, levity. You gotta take it where you can in Yankees/Sox games.
Speaking of levity, Amy and I have a new InSite piece wherein we declare Clay Buchholz our new, bug-eyed, skinny overlord. Check it out. You can also pick up a copy at your local drinking establishment, should you be so inclined. Though I’m sure no one who reads this site even knows what the inside of a bar looks like, and certainly wasn’t in need of one last night. Ahem.