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Did anyone else wish they could just press a simulation button on the remote during the beginning of last nights Monday Night Football game against the Jets? I mean, we all knew the outcome. Did anyone else lose circulation in two of their fingers from keeping them crossed all night that no one could get hurt? Maybe that was just me.

Usually I am psyched for the Pats being on Monday Night Football. This being the last one on ABC during my vacation I should have been even more excited. But somehow I just wanted to get the game over with. I told myself I was excited. I even kind of acted that way. But deep down, I just wanted it all to end. I kept looking at the clock, subconsciously wishing it would all be over. Without anyone getting hurt. But nooo, that couldn’t happen could it. Tedy Bruschi, Asante Samuel, and Bethel Johnson just had to scare the Christmas leftovers out of me didn’t they? Good one guys.

I understand the point that this is the first time the team has really all played together and that they need to get some good quality time together to build chemistry and all that crap. But was it really necessary to play this game. Couldn’t we have just brought up a few Brockton High players to fill in? I mean, they’re probably all the same age anyways.

In any event, I am glad they played. I am glad I got to watch my team win on the last MNF game televised on national television. I have to say that I was actually happy with the job that Al Michaels and John Madden did. ABC did a great job of commemorating MNF’s stint on their network, while tastefully not doing such an over-the-top job that people would think MNF is disappearing forever. And good job John Madden. I think its always a crap shoot with Madden commentating. Usually I painfully count the times Madden refers to a play, player, or hit as “the best”, “one of the greatest”, or “the hardest” he has ever seen. I do the same thing with Dick Vitale as well. I call it the “Vitale Syndrome” or the “Vitale Count”. Miraculously everything that he has witnessed that particular game is “the best he has ever seen”, despite both of them having careers that have literally witnessed THE ACTUAL superlatives for their respective games. Its still fun to count those comments sometimes. I think it would probably make a good drinking game actually. Just don’t do it when Dickie V is announcing a Duke game. Someone will end up in the hospital.

I was a little disappointed they didn’t interview a slightly inebriated Joe Namath on the sidelines though. With all the clips they showed of him, would it be that hard to pull him out of the stands for a little comic relief? Although he might not have been drunk since the Meadowlands banned alcohol last night. Do you think that’s why they did it? Because they knew Joe Namath would be attending the game and they wanted to preserve any remaining dignity the Jets franchise has today? I still say that’s a little unfair. If my team was 3-11 and playing the AFC East conference leaders and 2-time defending Superbowl Champs I think I would want a little of the sauce. Y’know, to keep me warm and stuff. Knowing me I probably would have been sitting in the stands complaining that the alcohol ban was as ridiculous as renaming Christmas trees “magical trees” so not to offend little kids who don’t give a shit what you call it as long as a fat guy in a red suit puts presents under it.

The highlight of the night for me though was when John Madden and Al Michaels ripped the trend of renaming stadiums after whatever sponsor happens to be big at the moment. There was just something really funny about two middle-aged men complaining about stupid dot-com trends while asserting that “candlestick park will always be candlestick park to me no matter what they rename it”. Its like listening to my dad complain about rap music and iPods or something. Although, I do happen to agree with John and Dan on this one. CMGI field will always be CMGI field to me, no matter what they rename it.

So I will now try to get excited about the Miami game. Even though the Pats find themselves in the awkward lame-duck situation of wanting to rest their starters and prevent injuries but still needing practice time as a team to create chemistry and momentum. And I will sit there crossing my fingers, hoping that no one gets hurt. I will tell you one thing. If I don’t see Diet Pepsi Machine finally get some playing time I am going to be seriously pissed off. They are not giving him a fair chance. Oh well. GO CHIEFS!

Dear Santa,

I am an average Boston sports fan and I would like to send you my list of gifts for Christmas this year. I think I have been a good boy this year. I was mean to visiting teams and did curse out some of the people who run the Boston franshises at times, but I think thats just par for the course. I guess purchasing t-shirts that insinuate bad things about Derek Jeter and Alex Rodriquez wasn’t too nice either, but I am hoping you can forgive me for that. I also know that this past year I have been spoiled as well, what with all the parading around the World Champion TrophieS and all. However, there are a few things that I would like this Christmas. I don’t think its too much to ask. Perhaps you could find room in your sleigh. Thank you very much.

1. A power-hitting lefty first baseman.

2. A New Bruins Front Office(whoops…who said that?)

3. The preserved health of the entire Patriots team. Since you are good at the whole video game thing, maybe you could give them one of those stars like you gave to the Mario Bros. for the last two games so they don’t get hurt. Just an idea.

4. A whole lot of experience for the Celtics rookies and sophomores(its too bad this weren’t like NBA 2K6 where we could play like 2 seasons with playoffs in a 7 day span. I bet we’d be nasty.)

5. A lead-off hitting centerfielder(sigh) that bats above .300 with and OBP of .350 or higher. Even if he is named after a children’s breakfast cereal. I don’t really care.

6. Less expensive Bruins tickets. (I think Scott Boras and Jack Welch are the only two that can take a family of 4 to the Fleetcen–excuse me, Gahden for a game)

7. 5 degrees Fahrenheit playoff weather.

8. A golden glove shortstop. Even if he is named after Gumby’s dog. Like I said, I don’t really care.

9. A few relief pitchers(y’know, like stocking stuffers).

10. Continued patience for Paul Pierce.

11. A nice family to adopt Manny’s out of wedlock kid. So he doesn’t leave.

12. Some prozac or zanex for Dan Shaughnessy(or maybe just a prostitute or something)

13. Confidence and competency for Ben Cherington and Jed Hoyer. Or maybe for them to combine together to form a Super-GM. Like Voltron or something.

14. Continued faith for the Red Sox Nation.

15. Oh yeah, and maybe world peace or something too.

I thought I would let my loyal(and perhaps scarce) readers know that bostonprosports.com has been nominated for the Red Reporter’s 2005 Sports Blog Awards. Considering my tardiness on the sports blog bandwagon, it was appropriately placed in the ‘Newcomer’ category, which will rate the best new sports blogs for 2005. I seriously think if there were a blog yearbook, this one would get ‘most likely to be late for it’s own funeral’. Which I suppose is better than ‘most likely to get herpes’ but still not as cool as ‘best rack’.

In any event, I think its a viewers choice type award so if you would like to vote you can go to The Red Reporter to vote.

Unless of course you don’t think this is the best new sports blog. In which case if wouldn’t make sense for you to be reading this. Unless you are one of those people who goes to comedy clubs and school talent shows just to sit there and say “this guy really sucks” while you shake your head. In which case I don’t want you reading this blog anyways. Asshole. It would be cool if that computer guy that single-handedly got Nomar the all-star ballot by voting like 5 million times read my blog. I doubt it though. Oh well,its not that important. Just thought I would let you all know. Over and out.

I called my dad as soon as I found out. “Did you hear the news?” I said in a less than Christmassy voice. He knew exactly what I was talking about. The news wasn’t that Aunt Edna was making her famous fruitcake for Christmas, or that my buddy Hahs got engaged. Nope. It was far more dismal than that. Johnny Damon is a Yankee.

I went through about every Elisabeth Kubler-Ross grieving stage in the span of 15 minutes. Denial. Oh, he didn’t really sign with the Yankees. Oh, he won’t pass his physical. We could still sign him. Shock. What the fuck? Is Johnny Damon really a Yankee? What the crap is going on?(said with a troubling blank look on my face) Anger. Stupid traitor Johnny Damon. Have fun with your weak right arm and your cortisone shots you prick. Depression. Oh no. We’re doomed. The Yankees are going to win the pennant and then the World Series again. Woe is me. And finally, the curse of every red sox fan, Hope. Hey, we’re all right. We’ll be ok. We can get a good, young lead-off hitter in a trade or something. Yeah that’s it. A trade. Oh we’re fine.

Now the hard part is maintaining this stage. Or else be doomed to depression again. I think its numbness now. I am pretty sure I actually don’t really know how to react.

ESPN.com has a picture of him up as their headline. Great. I know its breaking news but why must we get tortured by this. Maybe I’m doing it to myself.

I keep running this situation over and over again in my head. A beardless, clean-cut Johnny Damon as the first guy to take the batter’s box in Fenway Park as the most heated rivalry in sports rehashes for the 2006 season. This is going to happen. What will my reaction be? Can I hate this man? The man who coined the ‘Idiots’ nickname. The man who hit a grand-slam in the playoffs and was such an integral part of our World Championship. Am I capable of hating him? I am not sure yet. As a Red Sox fan, I must. It’s like a code. I took ESPN’s poll a few years ago that asked fans to rate which Yankee you hated the most. Actually putting thought into each vote, I think I checked off every one except Flash Gordon. I hate the Yankees. And as a Yankee, I am going to have to hate Johnny Damon.

Maybe it won’t be so hard. I do feel betrayed. Is he a traitor? My Dad reminded me of what every sports fan(especially Red Sox fan) loathes to hear. “It’s a business.” He said. “And sometimes that’s a slap in the face to the fans”. He’s right of course. In that “wise, old, veteran Red Sox fan” kind of way. But who’s to blame? Johnny Damon? Despite his crossover to the dark side, he did give forewarning to the front office and the Red Sox Nation that he would be accepting offers from the Yankees. Perhaps the Front Office? Did they drag their feet? Shouldn’t they have known that Steinbrenner would have countered with something better than 4 years, $40 million? And poor Ben Cherington got played worse than a Peter Gammons guitar. It’s can’t be his fault. Scott Boras? Can’t we always blame him. Except for giving us Varitek for four years, don’t we have ample evidence to be convinced people actually can sell their souls to Satan for a fast car, trophy wife, and millions of dollars(sometimes as the expense of loyal, hard working, clean living sports fans) and that Scott Boras did do this? I bet he’s drinking buddies with Drew Rosenhaus.

Whoever is to blame, it doesn’t matter. Johnny Damon is a Yankee. He has joined the likes of the Babe, the Rocket, Wade Boggs, Flash Gordon, and Aniken Skywalker as former rebels who then played for the dark side. Some of these traitors are certainly hated more than others. Some not even traitors at all. Where will Johnny Damon fall? Time will only tell. Lets just hope he doesn’t take it out on the fans for his retreat, al la Roger the Rocket. But meanwhile, I have more important things to worry about. Like how the Red Sox will fill this hole in their lineup and outfield.

I’m trying hard to be optimistic. This is the same Johnny Damon that took cortisone shots just to wake up in the morning and couldn’t throw out Christopher Reeves at home even if he had one of those slingshots that cheerleaders use to launch t-shirts at college basketball games. A four year deal does lock him in into his 30s. More importantly, this isn’t the blockbuster pick-up like the Yankees have had in the past two years. They went out and got the best player in baseball in A-Rod and were the favorites. We won the World Series. They went out and got the best pitcher in Randy Johnson and were the favorites. We finished with the same record. The Yankees are still(and will be) the Yankees.

What the Red Sox need to be focused on right now is putting together a team that is going to welcome that rebel-underdog-giant killer mentality that has characterized this franchise’s success in the past few years. And last I checked, we’re still months away from pitchers and catchers reporting. So let’s all take a deep breath and relax. So no Johnny Damon, so what? There have been a lot of changes to this team since the big WS win. That’s ok. When Pedro left so did that team. They’re gone. As a Nation we need to start getting used to that. We can’t be that teenage girl that balls inconsolably for weeks at a time because the guy who stole her V-card dumped her. Yes, it hurts but we have to move on. We have a Front Office that is committed to winning. They have proven that. With Caveman Johnny gone, its time to evolve. After all, this is the Red Sox Nation. So let’s be true to our creed and keep the faith.

Well it wasn’t really the second coming of the original 1982 AFC playoff snowplow game. THE snowplow game. The one in which Mark Henderson, a convict on work release, used a snowplow to clear a spot for John Smith to kick the winning field goal in New England’s 3-0 victory over the Miami Dolphins. But this one was close.

Well not really.

What I am refering to ladies and gentlemen is Fox’s new winter graphic which debuted on national television during the New England Patriots 28-0 victory over the Tampa Bay Buccaneers. In a game that was completely and thoroughly dominated by the Patriots, Fox included an entertaining graphic at the top of the screen, above the digital scoreboard, that depicted accumulating snow followed by intermittent plowing by an animated snowplow.

As I was watching this game in a local fermented beverage establishment, I was first notified of the plow around the start of the second quarter. Since the plow moved faster than Bethel Johnson on Red Bull, it took a few times to notice it was really there. Normally, I would cringe at the thought of a Fox animated graphic as I envisioned an annoying cartoon football interupting important plays to describe the mechanics of an on-side kick to, what Fox must believe, is an audience of 2 year-olds(similarly to “Scooter” the talking baseball of the ‘04 MLB playoffs). However, I was pleasantly suprised. The plow was subtle but entertaining and enjoyably inspired “Plow!” chants at random points in the game.

For most of the game however, the plow took a back seat to the 28-0 drubbing the Pats dished out to the co-NFC South leading Bucs. For the next few nights I am pretty sure the sugarplums in Chris Simms’ head will be replaced by visions of Mike Vrabel, Willie McGinest, and Rosevelt Colvin as the Patriots defense combined to sack the young QB 7 times, as well as hurry or hit him more times than he is carded on a Saturday night. The Bucs offense was held to just 138 yards, including 30 on the ground and only 23 from Carnell “Cadillac” Williams who will now have a tough time achieving 1,000 yards this season. Apparently he had a flat tire.

This game was vintage Patriots though. It was unreservedly reminiscent of the ‘03 and ‘04 Pats as Belichick’s defense gave the Bucs fits, while the offense methodically dismantled their counterpart’s attempts to encumber Brady & Co. While there was ample room for improvement, the Patriots dominated this game leaving no doubt of a W after just the first half. With the game all but in the bag and the Pats in Belichick’s “don’t-reveal-anything-but-what-is-absolutely-necessary-to-win-the-game” mode(except for one direct snap to the RB which I am convinced was done as a tribute to Charlie Weis, who was in attendance), the game became as predictable as Tampa Bay weather. And thats when the snowplow took over.

Mid-third quarter and a few beers deep, the restless crowd turned its attention to the digital plow, inciting chants of “Plow! Plow! Plow!” in anticipation of the machine’s emergence on the screen. Waiting for the plow to truck across the screen as the snow accumulated was like waiting for the wave to come to you at a Red Sox playoff game.

Wait for it…

YAAAAHH! WAHOOOOO!!!

I felt like I was sitting watching porn with a group of teenagers waiting for the money shot that would spark a celebratory ovation. Finally Fox has a graphic that doesn’t get riddled with boos(although they do get credit for the imaginary 1st down/line of scrimmage). But yes, needless to say, I found the snowplow very entertaining.

Although this snowplow game contrasted in magnitude to the original, it still has an important spot in my book. Beyond just a sound victory over a competetive team or clinching of a division title, this game has resurged an energetic confidence in this Patriots team. It has revealed the potential of a healthy defense, and above all else, it has restored the excitement to Patriots fans everywhere. This years Pats are peaking at the right time and seem locked up for a 1st round playoff game at home. Bring on the snow. Oh yeah, I’m excited.

7 Starting pitchers? 6 rumors brewin’? 3 Third basemen? 2 GMs? And a partridge in a pear tree?

Yet no shortstop or first basemen? Rumors that all 3 of our only outfielders will be gone? Nomar on the Yankees? The possible return of one of the most hated men in Boston as well as the prodigal GM? And the potential that Jesus Christ Caveman Johnny Damon could be replaced by a guy named after an overly sugary kids cereal?

What the F@#% is going on here?!?!?!

As you might know by now, this Red Sox offseason has been wackier than a Ricky Williams drug trip and has had more twists and turns than a Dan Brown novel. I won’t recap all the rumors or events for you. But I will say that the rumor that Roger Clemens might be back in a Red Sox uniform has left me confused, angry, hopeful, and utterly perplexed. Its like seeing an old girlfriend who you were desperately in love with but stomped all over your heart and has now asked you out on a date to “catch up” and possibly get back together. I don’t want to talk about it anymore.

With the state of affairs the Red Sox are in I feel like I should be worried. But I’m not. I have tried to pin-point exactly why that may be and I am left with one tentative conclusion. I trust the Red Sox Front Office. Perhaps bringing the Red Sox Nation a World Championship gave Henry & Co. some lee-way with the fans, myself included. I also have an idea on what the boys are up to this off season. Here are my ideas:

A) They’re fixing last years problems. Which were namely overpaying Renteria and losing our ace pitcher to injuries. So they went out and fixed those two things by dealing Renteria(which to me still sounds like a Venereal Disease. As in “Hey I think that chick from the Rack gave me Renteria”. Or in this case “well he was the best we’ve had but that guy Theo definately gave us Renteria”.) and acquiring Beckett.

2). The New Era. Its the post steroids era. Which means no more slugging to a title. Yes that will be a factor but the little things are going to count just as much. Better pitching, better defense, and smart baseball. Look at the White Sox’ WS victory, I really don’t think it was an anomaly. They play above average defense and have deep, strong pitching. The bats are a plus. So getting rid of Renteria for a possible down-grade in a bat but upgrade in defense(not naming any names…Pokey Reese) I dont think is such a bad thing. It also frees up some cash. We are definately not done here. Considering our line-up the past few years has been based on power hitting and mediocre defense and pitching, I would say we do need some work. Nixon very well might be gone. One of our third basemen will surely be gone, very possibly Youk. Also it seems that the Wells trade is being held up by San Deigo.

But I think we are on the tright track here. So really, I’m not worried. If we were to start today our line-up would look like Damon, Loretta, Manny, Papi, Lowell, Varitek, Nixon, Youklis, and our shortstop. I’m not complaining. We also have a pretty solid starting rotation, a reliable set-up man, and hopefully a healthy closer. So yes, we could use some work still. But I do think we’re on the right track. And like I said, I’m not worried.

Sooo if any of you have been following the San Jose Sharks way out there on the Left Coast you perhaps have noticed that the Sharks are 5-0 since acquiring the former Bruins Captain Mr. Joe Thornton in a trade about 3 weeks ago. After previously struggling with offensive production early this season, the Sharks have scored 25 goals in the 5 games they have played with Thornton in their lineup. They have scored 5 goals in only 4 of their previous 22 games without Thornton and, prior to the trade, were on a 10 game losing streak.
In his first five games with San Jose, Thornton himself has produced 2 point games in each one respectively, totaling 2 goals and 10 assists for a total of 12 points. He was also recognized as the NHL’s Offensive Player of the Week and ranks second in the NHL in scoring with 45 points and first with 34 assists. The Bruins meanwhile have scored a measly 12 goals and find themselves last in the Northeast Division.
So far this trade has worked out perfectly. I am sure it is going exactly according to plan. As a Bruins fan it reminds me a little too much of the scene in High Fidelity where John Cusack’s character dumps his girlfriend because she won’t put out, only to find out she is boinking her new boyfriend a week later. Think about it. We apparently weren’t going anywhere with Thornton as the backbone to our franchise, so we ship him off only to see he is fitting perfectly in with another franchise and not only producing himself, but causing other people to produce as well. This is flippin’ fantastic. I comfort myself in knowing if I really want to see a hockey team win there is always local college hockey.

10 Reasons Not to Trade Manny

Ok so I know I am the 61,389th person to argue why we shouldn’t trade Manny Ramirez. And I also know that I am probably preaching to the choir. But I couldn’t help myself. Here is a brief list of why Manny should stay in Boston…

10. There’s nothing comparable. The fact that a deal involving Manny for Troy Glaus was even a rumor points to the fact that no one is willing to give up a premier player for the Boston slugger. And please, Miguel Tejada is a great player, but he is no Manny Ramirez.

9. Manny is a pure hitter. With Ken Griffey Jr. constantly plagued by injuries(it seems he’s had more injuries than Whitney Houston), Manny’s swing is quite possibly the prettiest in the game. I mean, I’m pretty sure Peter Gammons masturbates to Manny highlights. He has a pure and natural swing and is arguably the best right-handed hitter in baseball. He makes it look effortless(which, knowing Manny, may not be far from the truth) all while putting up astounding numbers. And the best part, Manny’s like the baseball equivalent to Hi-C Ecto Cooler: 100% juice free(as far as we know – quick everybody knock on wood before Manny goes out and does something stupid). Which means there is less of a chance that his numbers are going to decline in the near future. In this emerging steroid-free era, a pure hitter is going to be an incredibly valued commodity(not that $160 million isn’t valued right now but you get my point).

8. He gives us something to talk about. Its not that Manny pumps the Bonnie Raitt tune in his car on the way to Fenway each day(which is really to funny think about), he’s just, well, Manny being Manny. And in a town that craves gossip, headlines, and constant stimili from its sports franchises(much of the reason a clown like me can get a sports blog in the first place), Manny provides that desperately needed conversation starter, minor degree controversy, or just plain ol’ chuckle.

7. It’s not the Red Sox. Manny has cited personal problems as his motives for really really wanting a trade this year. Some sources have even attributed it to female issues. The fans adore him, he has a manager that caters to him, and he is getting a front office that can afford to pay him. That’s not the problem and Manny will be the first to tell you that. Unfortunately, Manny being Manny may have inadvertently created another little Manny(its going to be tough to pick a name since Manny Jr. and Mannilito are both taken), only not from his wife. It seems more and more like that is the reason Manny wants out. In the words of George Jetson’s dog Astro: Rut-Roh.

6. Intangibles. Ok so we know about Manny’s numbers, but what else does he bring to the table? Manny’s laid back attitude and harmless shenanigans are an integral part to keeping a clubhouse loose and relaxed through the duration of a 162 game season. If any team with Manny on it even thought about taking itself too seriously it would be sorely mistaken. I think players of Manny’s temperament are especially important in a city like Boston where there is a constant and intense pressure to produce. I mean think about it, we could have Manny’s polar opposite, Milton Bradley(ew).

5. He does this every year. I mean seriously, has there been a year in Boston when Manny hasn’t requested a trade? I take him about as seriously as the Bruins Front Office.

4. The Petition. Over 63,000 Red Sox fans have signed a petition to keep him. In a town that would tar and feather some of their professional athletes if it were legal, it shows he’s got to be doing something right (see keepmanny.com).

3. We love him. I mean what other sports figure could take a personal potty break in the middle of a pitching change to relieve himself into a Snapple bottle inside of the Green Monster(all while some Quasimoto of the Monster score board looks on in disbelief) and STILL have the Fenway Faithful pleading to keep him and his outrageous contract in Boston? Well the answer to this is only Manny. Could you imagine catching Jason Varitek, Paul Pierce, or even Tom Brady doing this? They’d be committed on the spot. They would have six states convinced that they were spraying bathroom air fresheners up their nose during pre-game warm-ups. Not Manny though. He gets 3 million people to put their hands on their stomach and exert a brief chuckle while saying “Oh Manny, he’s so silly sometimes”. This guy is one of a kind.

2. Protection for Papi. If this isn’t one of the biggest reasons I don’t know what is. With all due respect to the uncrowned MVP of the AL, Papi probably wouldn’t be Papi without Manny. They’re a baseball version of Tony Kornheiser and Mike Wilbon. Yeah, they could exist successfully without each other, but they just seem to make each other better. I guess thats like Tom & Jerry too though. Whatever they are, they are also the best 3-4 combo in baseball, hands down. Considering that Papi is already one of the most clutch hitters in the league after only two seasons, and that Boston had the 2nd and 3rd (officially anyways) Most Valuable Players on their team, its well worth preserving that 1-2 punch.

1. .314, .409, .599 career. He also happened to be top 10 in the AL in Runs and OBP., and top 5 in SLG(.594), OPS(.592), Home Runs(45), and RBI(144). Oh, and he was 3rd in MVP voting. Do we need any other reasons?

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