Game Time

Greech

Alright, so I read Danny’s last post, and since the time I started hanging out with him freshman year he has been known to embellish ever story he has ever told. It’s usually after about ten beers, few tequila shots and a jager bomb or two that the slightly over weight girl with a lisp he said hi to becomes some mint Armenian girl that he is now dating; but it’s true, we actually did chill with the Red Sox after we clinched the East. And speaking for the group, we probably all looked like 10 year old school girls they way we were ogling these guys. Unfortunately, since I was up in the VIP section ripping shots with, among others, Varitek, Pedroia, Lowell, Beckett, Paps, Diasuke, Coco, Cora, Gange (he choked on everyone shot he took, weird, huh?), Bukholtz, and Youk, I cant really vouch for Danny being dissed by Coco, but I’m sure it happened exactly as Danny described.

Anyways, I realized something that night as I watched them all toasting each other with shots of budlights, redheaded sluts, kamakazis, and soco lime (about 20 of which I ordered); these guys seemed to genuinely enjoy each others company. It was obvious that night on the field these guys were enjoying the moment, but to continue the party till well after 2 am is something I’m willing to bet isn’t the standard with most professionally teams. But these guys were there, drinking, dancing, laughing, and jokingly punching each other almost in disbelief. When things started to go south for this team, the Yankees were making there push, people were injured, Manny was taking his yearly self mandated injury leave of absence while Ortiz played through shoulder and knee pain, I had a bad feeling. I didn’t jump ship, but at that point, I don’t think you could have found one Red Sox fan that would have said this was our year again. If they did, they would have been lying to themselves.

But down the stretched we didn’t just play good enough to win, we played very good, period. We lined our pitchers up for the playoffs, got healthy and the pieces started to fall into place. Then the Angles showed up in Boston and in three games we showed why we were the best team in baseball for 162 games. Now we wait to see how the Cleveland/New York series finishes up while we rest team and line up our pitching staff.

I left that vip section with a few things that night, first of all I left with 7 cold bud lights, second I feel like I left with some life long friends, and third, I left that section with a feeling that I haven’t had since 2004. I had the feeling these guys were confident again. They no longer had to worry about losing the East to the Yankees again, another historic collapse that every Red Sox fan would be forced to hear about every time the Sox and Yanks played. Tonight all they had to do was sit back, have a few drinks, chill out to whatever jam Papelbon was spinning at the DJ booth and enjoy the moment. And for the next few weeks all they have to do is keep playing like they have been, and like they are capable of. If they can do that, there’s a good chance you’ll be able to find all of us at Game On again.

(Few quick side notes, Buckholtz looked like some wasted high school freshman lost at a party. NOONE talked to Cora. Varitek didn’t leave Diasuke’s side the whole night. I’m about 99% confident that Pedroia’s wife is with him either because he’s loaded or he has an 11” penis, because she’s about an 11.9 and he’s about 5’5”. Youk's goatee said “what up” to the girl next to me, true story. And at the end of the night the waitress told me their bill was over $4,500 and they told Diasuke it was 4,500 yen and made him pay for it (that last one is lie))