SportsGirl

Summer is a time for relaxation. People go on vacation, leaving the responsibility of their jobs behind in favor of lounging on a beach somewhere. The Sports Girl has taken something of a vacation as well. It’s not that I haven’t been watching sports; quite the contrary actually. I’ve watched more baseball this year than ever before. And I’ve developed a bit of a fancy for the sport. But baseball is difficult to blog about. It’s too stats driven. And you can read those stats anywhere. Why recap them here in this space? Well, lo and behold, football season (or really pre-season) is upon us again. And though the Hall of Fame game isn’t exactly the road to the playoffs, it’s enough to officially end my summer vacation. It’s back to work for the Sports Girl. And what better place to start then by declaring my new-found disgust for Brett Favre. 

Yes, it takes one of the greatest players making one of the largest mistakes to draw me out of relaxation mode. I can’t seem to wrap my brain around what Brett is doing with his current stunt. Two seasons ago, when he hemmed and hawed for months during the off-season about whether or not to return, I was annoyed but figured he had earned the right to take his time with the decision.  I thought it was fairly clear at the end of last season that he was going to retire, and retire he did. And at the time I thought “good for him! It was a heck of a career and you ended it in good fashion”. Why, then, dear Brett, have you decided less than 6 months later that you still have the competitive drive and want to play the game? Really? You miss the game that much based on 6 months of off-season? You miss it more now than when you ended the season with a loss in the NFC Championship game? One would think that the ubiquitous fire in the belly would burn strongest right after a loss like that and would die down the further removed one got from that game. Apparently Brett defies logic. He’s decided he wants to come back and has been officially reinstated by the league.

That alone is enough to draw my ire and place him atop my “persona non grata” list. What earns him a life-long space on the list is the fact that he’s even considering taking the “marketing agreement” he’s discussing with Green Bay brass, where he would receive approximately $20 million over the next several years just to remain retired. If the whole point of this dramatic exercise is that he just can’t stay away from the game, then this wouldn’t even be on the table. If what he really wanted was to play the game he loves so dearly, he would have requested a trade at the end of last season. But to allow Green Bay to go through the draft and get nearly to the beginning of training camp and then decide it’s time to think about coming back is just poor taste at best. I might even deem it calculated and malicious. And thus, if he does come back to play this season in the NFL, I will actively root against him and will hope he shows his age with every throw.  

Another person on the dislike list is Manny Ramirez. I can’t stand that guy! Yes, he’s an amazing hitter and a pretty good outfielder. He has won the Red Sox more than a few games this season. What I dislike the most about him is that you can actually see that he’s bought into his own hype. He stands and admires his handiwork when he knocks one out of the park. He apparently finds it acceptable to knock down the support staff of the team when he doesn’t think he’s getting the star treatment. And he speaks out publicly to air his grievances with his team instead of keeping them a private matter. I guess Boston finally took the Roberto Duran route and said “no mas”. Because Ramirez is now in Hollywood, which really is a good fit for him, and Jason Bay has replaced him on the team. I’m frankly a little surprised at that move. Most of the analysts figured the Bo Sox would deal him when the season was over so they could get more for their money. I guess the situation deteriorated faster than expected and the deal is now done, making Manny persona non grata in Bean Town. 

Watching the Hall of Fame game brought me a surprising amount of joy this evening. Normally in a Colts-Red Skins match-up I’d be pulling for the Colts but since Manning wasn’t playing past minute 2, my interest swung to a different colt–watching Colt Brennan lead the Skins.  He looked surprisingly sharp! I think out of the group of QB’s from this year’s draft, Brennan’s stock dropped the most at the NFL Combine. I really figured he’d be a bust, and not the kind you find in the Hall of Fame there in Canton. But tonight he ran an efficient offense and completed some impressive passes. Granted, that was while facing the second-or third-string Indy defense, but a good pass is a good pass. Last season we had a bit of a Todd Collins resurgence there in DC which, by law, I should support seeing as how he played his college ball at U of M. With the Brennan performance tonight, you can’t help but wonder if Collins won’t become persona non grata in our nation’s capital. 

So, while the vacation mode was nice, I’m all too happy to return to the blogosphere for another season of my favorite sport. I will be attending the Cowboys-Texans pre-season game on August 22 which should be quite interesting, since I may openly root for the Texans. There will be a full report as it will be my first change to get a feel for the Boys this season. Now let’s just hope I can manage to unpack my suitcases by the time the game rolls around! 

It took Usher an entire album to get off his chest all the things he needed to tell the world. I won’t go quite that long, but dear readers I feel that I must unburden myself. I’ve got a few things on my mind… 

First things first. I’m becoming a bit of a baseball fan. Surprised even me! I actually sat down tonight and turned on my TV only to watch the end of the Twins-Red Sox game instead of immediately tuning into the Celtics-Cavs game that was in full swing. And it’s not like I have any particular affinity for the Twins. Can’t stand the Red Sox, and maybe that’s what made me tune in. I wanted to be sure they lost. But this strange compulsion actually caused me to watch the game the night before from about the 3rd inning on. And contrary to my own popular belief, the games actually held my attention. 

So between the baseball and the NBA playoffs, I find myself in a place I’ve never been before–satisfied with the sports scene sans football. I have a few selections of sporting events to watch every night and for the most part, it’s good quality stuff. Ok, I did find myself getting annoyed by the announcers in last night’s BoSox game repeatedly telling us the differences between natural grass and Astro Turf fields. But beyond that, the on-field–or on-court action depending on the night–is truly entertaining. It’s a bit difficult to root for the Yankees right now since they kind of suck. I’m sticking it out though. And the Tigers have been showing some signs of promise, with the AL Central sort of up for grabs.

Since I’m on a bit of a roll, I suppose now is as good a time as any to divulge that I don’t, under really any circumstances, root for the Rangers. And worse than that? I actually have started rooting against almost all the Dallas teams! I’m glad the Mavs lost. There, I said it. I was rooting for the Hornets the entire series. And as proof that that was the right decision, the Mavs went and fired Avery Johnson at the end of the season, which in my book was a big mistake in a long line of mistakes this season. From everything I’ve heard, the major force behind the Kidd trade was Cuban, not Johnson. If they would have kept Diop and Harris, who knows how they would have fared against New Orleans. But they didn’t, and they lost, and I was glad. And now I’m hoping the Hornets win it all. I want them to crush San Antonio (yes, my lack of love apparently extends to all Texas teams right now), though I’m a little surprised that there’s such a discrepancy between how they play on the road and at home. And frankly I couldn’t care less who’s coming out of the East. I already don’t want them to win.  

But wait! The hate doesn’t stop there! I’m actively rooting against the Stars in favor of the Red Wings! The city of Dallas will likely ask me to move, no doubts. I have been a Red Wings fan since I was a kid, so really this isn’t such a bad thing. I don’t necessarily hop on the hometown band wagon. But it makes it tough to talk a little water-cooler talk when you are cheering against the team that everyone else lives and dies by. Guess I’ll have to work on my neutral stance. 

And with that, my sins have been exposed. Just don’t tell football that I’m getting along fine without it. We’ve had such a good thing going all these years, I don’t want to ruin it just yet.  

Spring has sprung. The baseball season has officially started, the NCAA tournament wraps up tonight and it’s been about 85 degrees the last few days here in Big D. And let’s not forget that the NFL draft is only a few weeks away…That means winter is over!

The baseball season is tough for me. My favorite way to watch a game is in person, but I can’t quite bring myself to root for the Rangers. I’m really an Astros fan but ever since they welcomed back Roger Clemens with open arms, I question their leadership. Well, actually, I questioned their leadership well before that, but whatever. I question the Rangers front office even more. The Rangers had one good season about 5 years ago where everyone really believed that they could make the post-season. After that, they haven’t been close. Maybe I’ll wait until a good team comes to town and then I’ll get tickets. I’m not the biggest baseball buff to begin with, so watching a crummy team doesn’t help matters.

I hate to say it, but I don’t honestly care about women’s basketball. I’d sooner watch the Rangers play the Kansas City Royals than watch a women’s game, college or pro. And I realize that’s probably traitorous to my gender, but I can’t help it. I don’t find the level of competition to be nearly as compelling. I fully support the womens’ programs and i don’t discount that those women are excellently conditioned. But it doesn’t capture my interest. Sorry.

Is it wrong of me to be excited about the NFL draft? I’m positively giddy to see who ends up going #1. Mel Kiper and Todd McShay keep moving that projection around. Maybe Jake Long, maybe Glenn Dorsey, maybe Matt Ryan. Forget about NBC’s line up, the draft is what I deem must-see TV. This year’s NCAA tournament has been the most exciting tournament in my recent memory. So many of the games went down to the final seconds, even in the early round. When filling out the bracket every year, I try to anticipate the upsets. Like most, I think I hold the crystal ball when it comes to predicting the Cinderella story. I will pat myself on the back for taking Xavier down to the Elite 8, especially considering that I seriously toyed with the idea of picking Georgia over them in the first round!

I’ve got Memphis winning the whole deal, so I’m nervously watching to see if they can pull it off. The support I showed for Kansas in the football season is gone. I’m over the whole Roy Williams saga. And I’m over the multi-colored hanky he thought he could rock in the pocket of his oddly flecked suit tonight…

So hopefully the lack of blogging will be remedied by the ramp-up of the baseball season. I may not be there in person but baseball in HD is only a hot dog and cold beer away from being the real deal. And that’s close enough for me.

Boy, U2 got it right. Look at me now; I got myself stuck in a moment and I can’t get out of it. But enough is enough. I’m over it. The Patriots lost to the Giants in the Super Bowl and we are all going to be subjected to (at least) another year of the ‘72 Dolphins. The fantasy of going 19-0 and achieving perfection is gone, so in the words of Eminem, “snap back to reality”…

And the reality of the moment is that our US Senate is actively involved in the sports world. This is not a good thing. We are embroiled in the Spygate controversy and are also being treated to the hearings on the steroid issue as it pertains to Roger Clemens. It’s a stretch, but I don’t begrudge Congress for investigating the steroids issue as much as I whole-heartedly resent any investigation into the Patriots taping mess. And before you start saying that if it were any other team being investigated in the Spygate debacle I would support the Congressional intervention, let me dispel that myth.

My annoyance over the Congressional involvement in dredging up an issue that was dealt with stems from the rest of the pressing issues that our nation faces at the moment. It’s only a matter of technicality that we can’t officially declare the economy to be in recession; there’s this small thing called the Economic Stimulus Package that has been put together to help pull the struggling credit lenders out of the depths of despair they’ve been mired in for the last 6 months; there are a myriad of other issues I’m sure to which our Senate could devote their attention. Consider this bullet point taken from Mike Fish’s column on ESPN.com in regards to Sen. Arlen Specter’s interest in the video taping practices of the New England Patriots–”Specter is particularly concerned about how the taping might have affected New England’s games involving teams from his home state in the 2004 postseason. ” Since when can the Senate use their elected position to settle a case of sour grapes? Give it up Specter! Your Eagles suck! That’s not Bill Belichick’s doing. I don’t buy his excuse of the NFL receiving special consideration on the anti-trust/monopoly laws as the impetus for the witch hunt.

And just what is his overall vision here? What is Specter hoping to accomplish that hasn’t already been achieved? The franchise being publicly embarrassed? Check. The coach known for being a student of the game having to squirm uncomfortably in his press conferences while dodging questions about his involvement in this? Check. Both coach and team paying dearly for the frowned-upon practice? Check. So in my book we’re done. And I don’t say that from the perspective of a Patriots fan; I say that from the perspective of someone who feels the matter is closed and now it’s time to move on!

Speaking of moving on, at the moment, I feel for Andy Pettitte. He’s reporting to Spring Training today and will have to contend with the barrage of media that he is sure to face, this being his first public outing since he gave his deposition for the steroids investigation. I know Clemens is on record as saying that they’ll always be friends (this is a good thing?!) but the word strained comes to mind. Pettitte should be the example to any athletes who are implicated in the scope of this investigation. He admitted, almost immediately after the Mitchell report was released, that he took HGH to rehab from an elbow injury. The fever pitch died down. It comes out that he took it a bit more frequently than first confessed. He cops to it and once again, the questions he dodges pertain to Clemens’ use, not his own. Anyone else taking note of this point? Sounds to me like admitting what you’ve done is the way to go.

I predict that Bobby Knight takes a moment to at least consider returning to Indiana to coach the rest of the season (and possibly beyond) once/if Kelvin Sampson is dismissed. That seems like an inevitability at this point. The minute the story broke that the NCAA was charging Sampson with 5 recruiting violations, my first thought was that this may answer the question of why Knight retired so suddenly from Texas Tech. Let’s face it, that was not a characteristically Knight kind of move to quit on his team. And from what I’ve heard about the Sampson saga there at Indiana, it was known that the NCAA was going to accuse him of these violations prior to the story being formally released to the public. Coincidence? Perhaps. Who knows…maybe the House of Representatives will feel behind the times and will decide to hold some hearings on the matter.

Pitchers and catchers have officially reported to Spring Training. The Mavs and the Nets finally appear to be close to a deal to send Kidd to Big D. We’ll all be paying close attention to see if Kobe decides to have surgery on his pinkie, thus putting him out of commission for 6 weeks or so, or if he’ll gut it out and play through the pain, and what effect each choice will have on the Lakers’ chances of making the playoffs. Todd McShay just shook up his draft board (thank goodness for Insider access on ESPN!) and now shows Matt Ryan going #1 to Miami. So you see, I’ve got plenty to hold my attention without worrying about the fact that the Patriots let perfection slip through Asante Samuel’s fingers. In fact, I won’t even give it another moment’s notice.

Originally, I was going to post my thoughts under this header about Terrell Owens’ running commentary on how Bill Parcels under-utilized him in the offense. Specifically, I wanted to address his reaction to Keyshawn Johnson’s semi-attack on him. But then the Mitchell Report was released. And while it doesn’t shock me to read some of the names that are tied to that investigation, I am interested that only one person has reacted to the report.

I’ve never been a huge Roger Clemens fan. He’s a helluva ball player but a jerk in regular life. Normally, I’d say the jerk part is overshadowed by the numbers he’s put up over the course of his career, but those numbers are now going to be scrutinized closer than a 32-year-old man looking over his beard to see if those hairs are gray or clear. Now everyone will come out of the woodwork to say they knew it all along. But Roger has struck first in the press, issuing his statement that he never tested positive for performance enhancing drugs. Forgive the cynic in me for not believe this vehement defense. Isn’t that what Marion Jones said? I don’t believe the “I never tested positive” defense is a strong one. That basically means, I’ve never gotten caught. Now in Clemens defense, he is staunchly stating that he never used the drugs but then the fall-back evidence of that is that he never tested positive. But part of his statement is spot-on. His attorney argues that, since the burden of proof in a slander/liable case is difficult to overcome when you’re a public figure, Clemens basically doesn’t have any recourse. He’ll have to bank on the court of public opinion voting his way and not believing the “facts” of the report. In as objective of an opinion as I can muster, I just don’t know why McNamee would lie about this. You can say he’d be trying to make a name for himself, and maybe it’s the naive person in me that’s thinking here, but what name would that make? Baseball is still a fraternity and if you’re helping to “out” the brothers, you’re persona non grata. So at best you’re looking at a book deal, which is great for a few million maybe. Is that worth it? It makes me tend to believe that McNamee is telling the truth. And there is a paper trail on some of these guys, though it looks like the bigger names were smart enough to pay cash in their dealings. (Aside: how hard is it to know you probably don’t want to buy illegal performance enhancing drugs with a check? Honestly…)

This topic will be the topic of on-going discussion, no doubt, and if any new points are made, I’ll certainly weigh back in. I found it amusing that President Bush felt the need to issue a statement and encourage baseball to take the report seriously but not to punish players without sufficient evidence. You’re the President now, W, you’ve got to leave the baseball owner in you behind. It will be interesting to learn about MLB’s plan for all of this because I think they’re damned if they do, damned if they don’t. And honestly, I think most fans at this point are probably jaded enough that they’re surprised that more people weren’t named.

At some point soon, I will post my thoughts on the TO/Keyshawn “feud” because so may people are defending TO and I can’t let that happen. We knew it was coming with him…

As we all know by now, thanks to careful planning by Scott Boras, Alex Rodriguez has opted out of his contract in New York. That means he’s ready to entertain offers from the highest bidder, and you know the price tag won’t be cheap. Among all the talk about the potential suitors that may enter the negotiations for A-Rod’s services, an interesting discussion arose on Mike and Mike the other morning. The discussion involved wondering if the timing of A-Rod’s contract announcement would hurt his brand value and whether or not he was one of the most universally hated athletes in all of sports. Their general consensus was that yes, he has reached that hated status reserved for the likes of Barry Bonds.

I found the topic an interesting one because it touched on an issue I brought up in regards to Michael Vick, especially as it pertains to his contract total. The guys were posing the question of why he would be reviled when he hasn’t really done much to draw the ire of the fans. Especially in comparison to some of the “troubled” athletes we, as a collective fan base, have managed to embrace, blemishes and all. One of the talking points Mike and Mike kept going back to was the size of A-Rod’s contract as a factor in the dislike that surrounds him. Their contention was that the average fan basically just thinks he is a greedy SOB that should be happy with the money the Yanks are shelling out to him and that collecting that pay check means he should somehow do more than contribute 50+ homers and 150+ RBI’s. And as the guys were debating the validity of this emotion from the fans, I started thinking more about the supply and demand concept that really drives every contract negotiation in every sport. I can understand how, at face value, the general public cannot understand someone spurning a $27 mil/year contract in favor of perhaps making more money somewhere else. It’s ludicrous, right? Most of us working schmucks would do what he does for $100K per season. So what’s wrong with a person who can’t just be grateful for what they’re receiving? Makes me hate them too!

But one of the Mikes, and I believe it was Golic, brought up a great point that really hits at the heart of the economic concepts in play here. They said, imagine if you make $40K a year on your job. And in casual conversation you come to find out that a competitor in your industry is willing to offer you $48K a year to come and do the exact same job you’re doing currently. Sure, there would be certain factors that would likely play into your thought process, such as are there intangibles at your current place of employment that are worth more than money to you. But for most of us, the chance to earn that extra pay check is worth the risks of leaving the familiar. And would any of us feel guilty for taking the extra cash? No! Because we all think the services we provide our employers are worth every penny we’re receiving. Supply and demand. What we’re supplying our employers with is met with “x” amount of demand and there’s a market rate that translates into a paycheck associated with that demand. It’s the same thing for A-Rod. His agent, while being many things, is not completely business-inept. Scott Boras is quite savvy if you ask me. He would not advise his client to opt out of the size of contract he had with the Yankees if Boras did not feel reasonably certain that there would be a high level of interest from other teams at contract terms more favorable than A-Rod’s current terms. Meaning Boras knew that other employers in a highly competitive industry might be willing to offer this employee more money for equal services. We, the average working men, cannot grasp this concept because we would never turn down the possibility to earn even $1 mil, let alone multiple millions, hence the reason we loathe A-Rod. But the concept is the same.

The only other thing working against A-Rod that I see is that he generally just doesn’t really have a personality. Derek Jeter is Derek Jeter. He’s lively, charming, enjoys going out, etc. He is the face of the franchise in NY. Other beloved athletes have noticeable personalities. Michael Jordan was known for his obsession with winning and competition. He had that great smile. The list goes on. A-Rod? He seems flat. Blah. Lifeless. Boring, even. So couple that with the fact that he makes a gazillion dollars, and the end result is that the American population basically hates him.

Now, please don’t take this to be my defense of Alex Rodriguez. Personally, I know his stats but saw first hand in Texas how it’s not enough to elevate a team onto his shoulders. And the truly great athletes are able to do that. And in turn, I don’t begrudge them their golden contracts. I just think if people really took a second to think about his situation in their own terms, they’d see that they may not make a decision all that different from the one A-Rod made. And truly, when it comes down to it, if he lands on your team? You’ll be cheering him on.

In the last month, I have re-discovered my passion for watching sports. I know, that probably seems like the impossible given that I watch more than half the sports fans I know. But I have forgone watching almost any regular TV if there is a sporting event on, unless that sporting event is something along the lines of University of Louisiana-Lafayette vs. Tulane. It’s made me realize just how entertaining sports can be.

So needless to say, with my re-discovered passion, I’ve been in heaven with all of the sporting events on TV recently. Let’s start with the baseball. My support is squarely behind the Rockies because I’m over all Red Sox fans. (all due apologies to my sister and her husband) I don’t want to hear another announcer use the phrase “shades of 2004″ or talk about Schilling and the sock, etc. I especially hate listening to that chatter because I think the 2007 Red Sox are a better team. Forget all of that “Team of Destiny” crap, this year’s Sox are just freakin’ lights out. Their pitching has been unhittable lately and their bats are on fire. After Game 1 of the World Series, I was seeing “shades of 2006″ when my Tigers got blanked by the Cardinals and everyone wanted to blame it on the time off between their series. But last night’s game I think really spoke to the incredible pitching that the Sox are getting, and also gave me hope that the Rockies could regain some footing when the series heads West. If they lose on Saturday, the Rockies are d-u-n done.

Now, onto my true love, football. It was almost painful to watch the first 55 minutes of the BC-VA Tech football game last night. BC looked inept, and I kept cringing thinking of my father who said last weekend that Matt Ryan should be the lead contender for the Heisman this year. Then the last 5 minutes of the game took place, where Ryan threw for two touchdowns and stunned the home crowd into silence with a last-minute victory.  It was awesome. Just when I was getting disheartened, feeling like none of the top 5 teams really wanted to be there, BC pulls it off. And no, I don’t have any particular affinity for Boston teams, I just like to see good teams win games they’re supposed to win. And BC still falls into “Little Guy” status with me, much more so than VA Tech. It was a great ending to a not-so-easy to watch game, complete with a BC-recovered on-side kick with the announcers saying in the background that the best option is to kick it deep and ask your defense to hold the other team to a 3 and out series. Poetic.

And last of all, we have basketball. I was fortunate enough to attend the Mavs-Bulls pre-season game on Tuesday night. I was stoked for the game for many reasons, not the least of which was the food. I LOVE stadium hot dogs. And nachos…anyways. I was looking so forward to the game–which was a last-second suggestion–and much to my chagrin, someone forgot to mention to the crowd and to the teams that basketball game are supposed to be exciting. Let me start by saying that offensive rebounding seems to be optional in the NBA. No one, and I do mean no one, from the shooting teams appears to care to go for the board on a missed shot. On Tuesday, for every 1 Maverick at the basket “vying” for the rebound, there were 4, count ‘em 4, Bulls trying to pull it down. And the same would happen when the Bulls would shoot. It’s like once the shooting team realizes the shot didn’t go in, they start back down the floor, switching into defensive mode. Annoying! So between the lack of rebounding and just the general feeling of apathy (I know, it was pre-season) between the two teams, the game was less than interesting. Maybe it was the hot dog and bowl full of processed cheese on chips that I inhaled in about 2 minutes that made me feel sleepy. But the play on the court did nothing to revive my interest and we left at half time. Happily. So it was a big disappointment and my only hopeful thought is that maybe Avery Johnson has decided to view the regular season the way my dad looks at cars. They’re just a means of transportation from Point A to Point B, so who cares what you look like when you arrive at Point B. Maybe the Little General realizes that it’s great to have a phenomenal regular season record but if you waste your intensity during the regular season, what do you have left when you make it to Point B, which is the post-season? That’s the solace I’m trying to glean from my basketball outing this week. We’ll see if it works…

All I need is to watch some compelling hockey or soccer and I’ll be a happy camper. For now, I’m enjoying my re-discovered passion and giving my thanks that I don’t have to watch the likes of Desperate Housewives for another season!

Blogging about baseball, that is. I find myself compelled to comment on the Indians-Red Sox series that culminates tonight in Game 7 in Bean Town. Let me state in no uncertain terms that while I might root for the Patriots, that love does not extend to all Boston teams. I’m actually throwing all my support behind the Indians, especially since they vanquished the Yankees. (note: I’m not just a “root for the winner” kind of fan. I’ve loved the Yankees since I was 13.) If my team is no longer in the picture, my support defaults first to any team from the midwest.

Now that you know who I’m rooting for, let me say the performance of the Tribe in the last two games was not enough to make me feel comfortable that they’ll take care of business tonight. Their bats have been nearly silent while Boston couldn’t look any hotter. I mean for goodness sake, JD freakin’ Drew hit a grand slam last night. The same man who hadn’t had an RBI in the post season hits a grand slam. And the Indians managed only 2 runs all game long. Their two aces, Sabathia and Carmona, have 10.54 and 16.50 ERA’s respectively in the post season. Paul Byrd has been better than these two, do that math! And I cannot stand hearing how this post season has “shades of 2004″. The bloody Schilling sock has made it’s way into my collection of hated memories. And I so desperately want the Indians to smoke the Sox on Sunday and then I want them to stand there admiring their work, just to stick it to Manny Ramirez. I can’t stand the Red Sox!

So tonight will be a nail biter for me. If the Sox do win, then my support swings to the Rockies. Because I like that they’re a young team with heart and best of all? They’re not the Red Sox!