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Well, I said the Rays were likely to get one lucky win in the series when asked for my prediction. I would have to say that Beckett pooping the bed on the same night as Kazmir counts as lucky...
Posted by: 310ToJoba | Sunday, October 12, 2008 at 12:48 PM
Last night Beckett didn't just poop the bed, he pooped the bed and then Terry Francona forgot to change the sheets until everyone on the team got in the bed and was covered in poop. Then when Tito finally changed the sheets he put on a new set that already had poop all over them.
What a shitshow. Francona's Grady moment(s). I hope they are his only ones.
Posted by: SF | Sunday, October 12, 2008 at 12:54 PM
Last night Beckett didn't just poop the bed, he pooped the bed and then Terry Francona forgot to change the sheets until everyone on the team got in the bed and was covered in poop. Then when Tito finally changed the sheets he put on a new set that already had poop all over them.
Having just changed the aforementioned Jocelyn's messiest diaper to date (and we're using cloth), I found an inordinate amount of glee in that description...
Posted by: Paul SF | Sunday, October 12, 2008 at 01:59 PM
Thank you for elaborating on my description, it brought it to a whole new cathartic level. I was worried about making a comparison to Grady Little for fear of rubbing salt in old wounds, but it was the first thing that crossed my mind when Beckett was left in their for so long.
Posted by: 310ToJoba | Sunday, October 12, 2008 at 04:34 PM
Should have been gone when Pena singled in that tying run in the 5th, if not earlier. I was arguing with my fiancee's dad about it (he of the older-school, "Leave him in for the sake of his confidence" attitude) as Longoria came up (what more prompt do you need?...he'd owned him the previous two ABs). Man, what an awful, awful start. And Longoria's KO punch only proved my effing point.
But I'd still rather him start a possible Game 6 than anyone not named Matsuzaka or Lester.
Posted by: Devine | Sunday, October 12, 2008 at 04:56 PM
"that creepy guy who keeps walking through the neighborhood."
Did he have poop on himself also?
Posted by: SoxFan | Sunday, October 12, 2008 at 05:23 PM
Shit Sandwich
Posted by: LocklandSF | Sunday, October 12, 2008 at 05:28 PM
good to see we're all on the same page today. he's how my sunday went....
woke up.
took a mean timlin (had to flush x2).
watched my redskins lay a huge timlin.
had a whole list of timlin my girl wanted me to do.
now i'm tired as timlin.
Posted by: sf rod | Sunday, October 12, 2008 at 08:11 PM
jamie moyer should try pitching more like mike mussina
Posted by: dc | Sunday, October 12, 2008 at 08:49 PM
Wow, there's a lot of poop talk going on. Very appropriate considering last night's starting pitching, on both sides.
Speaking of crappy pitching, Moyer gives up 5 runs in the first inning to the Dodgers.
Posted by: Atheose | Sunday, October 12, 2008 at 08:51 PM
jamie moyer should try pitching more like mike mussina
Posted by: dc | Sunday, October 12, 2008 at 08:53 PM
not that i repeated myself or anything...weird how typepad does that once in awhile...
Posted by: dc | Sunday, October 12, 2008 at 08:55 PM
No way Grady Francona pulls Beckett from a possible game 6 start to go with Byrd is there? Hey, it's important to have dreams, isn't it?
Posted by: kestrel | Sunday, October 12, 2008 at 09:20 PM
Ruh roh, time for some bean ball. Tempers flaring.
Posted by: Atheose | Sunday, October 12, 2008 at 09:21 PM
OMG! Manny in the middle of a brouhaha in Los Angeles.
Posted by: SoxFan | Sunday, October 12, 2008 at 09:22 PM
is it me, or do the phillies have that "what me?" look about them after instigating the whole head-hunting incident?...hmmm...deja vu, all over again
Posted by: dc | Sunday, October 12, 2008 at 09:36 PM
> Shit Sandwich
My favorite dialog from "Drowning Mona":
Wyatt: My mother always used to say, "When life hands you potatoes, make potato salad."
Mona Dearly: Yeah? Well life handed me a pile of shit. What am I supposed to make with that?
Phil Dearly: Shit salad?
Gotta hear it for it to really ring, but funny.
Posted by: attackgerbil | Sunday, October 12, 2008 at 10:14 PM
Still I believe.
(That the semi-awful Josh Beckett of the ALDS might show up rather than the God-awful one of the ALCS.)
Paul Byrd has been the problem: not Byrd himself, but Francona's reluctance to use him no matter the circumstances. He's your long man. Your starter is fucking up. You don't have as many pitchers as usual. You'd feel more comfortable with Byrd in the 5th than Byrd in the 11th. At least get him warmed up, for *$#@'s sake.
That said, we nearly pulled this one out anyway, and Kazmir isn't getting healthier or less rusty between now and Game 6, because he's neither/nor. Beckett didn't have to be vintage to win Game 2, and he was not-not-not-vintage. Next start around, I think he'll merely be not-vintage, and Tito will be ready to pull the trigger if necessary.
Posted by: Hit Dog | Monday, October 13, 2008 at 11:54 AM