Sunday, August 21, 2005

Huggy!




Ok, so I'm slightly upset about Mark leaving Boston (slightly, when it means EXTREMELY). But...there is a light at the end of the tunnel! It has something to do with big guys hugging at every goal, and then beating the shit out of the other team. How'd you guess? Boston Bruins hockey!

How can you not like this sport? Checking? Hooking? Roughing? Flying gloves and bare-handed fisticuffs? And then...team members; grown, scruffy, burly guys...hugging. Hugging! I. LOVE. THIS. SPORT.

Yay. A bunch of other guys hugging Joe Thornton after he kicks someone's ass and scores a goal. Bring on da winter!

Goodnight, Mark Bellhorn...



Good evening baseball fans, and welcome to the first annual edition of "Mark Bellhorn no longer plays for the Red Sox." Actually, it's not an annual edition, it's a limited edition--a one-shot deal.

Today (20th August, 2005--also Zach's birthday; Happy Birthday Azhcray!) the Red Sox organization designated veteran second-baseman Mark Bellhorn for assignment. Coming off of a rehab assignment in Pawtucket, Theo Epstein (along with various executives, I'm sure) came to the decision that there was no longer a place for Mark with the team (especially after the acquisition of Graffanino as well as Alex Cora).

So...what is to become of Mark? He has ten days to find a spot on a roster for another major-league ball club; if no such deal is made, Mark can option down to triple-a Pawtucket. If Mark does clear waivers to stay with Pawtucket, it is possible that he'll be brought back up to the majors as a member of the Red Sox when rosters expand on September 1st, 2005. The latter might be the best option, considering that by the time a deal is made (or ten days elapses), September 1st will be upon us and Mark might just be able to come back to Boston. In addition to the time frame, another thing to consider is that by the time another team acquires him, the season will be over and he'll become a free agent in the winter anyway...

Basically, all that arises out of this "decision" to designate Mark for assignment is more indecision. We were on pins and needles during the trade (especially around the deadline); we were curious when he went on the DL; we were back to pins and needles when the sox acquired Graffanino, back to curious when we wondered what was to become of Mark when his rehab assignment ended. And now, we're still wondering!

However, I do feel that this needs to be said; Mark Bellhorn, if he is gone, will not be forgotten. He stoicly protected his turf at second base; he has always been a team player. And who can forget the shot against the foul pole during the 2004 ACLS? For lack of a better term, Bellhorn was more clutch on that day then he'd ever been. He saved our asses in that game, plain and simple.

Aside from last season and the path to the World Series championship, there have always been faithful Bellhorn fans. Though we might not arrive in droves; we might not scream the loudest (scratch that; I've definitely blown out an eardrum or two in my day--not my own mind you, but I've blown out a few eardrums!); we may not be renowned. We are here though--we have been, and we'll still be here, even when Mark finds himself somewhere else. And you know what? We're proud to be supporters of Mark Bellhorn...especially because we're Red Sox fans! We've always fought for the underdog; we've always seen the diamond in the rough.

Not that Mark Bellhorn will ever know exactly what he meant to us; that we appreciated his strong, silent approach at second base as well as the plate...but let the record show, no matter who may or may not see, that the supporters of Mark Bellhorn stood for something, and would not go quietly.

Best of luck to you, Mark. We always kept the faith in you. Always.



Damn...I am *never* wearing a team-player shirt again. Once I sport one, the guy gets the proverbial shit beat out of him. I guess I'm the black widow of individual-player baseball team-shirts. That's not very cool.

Saturday, August 13, 2005

I Always Kept the Faith!





Come on home, Mark...the true sons and daughters of the Red Sox Nation need you back. Can I get an Amen?

Friday, August 12, 2005

Random Notes for 12 August, 2005




Welcome to the "Random Notes" portion of this blog (it's the portion where I really don't have any substantial information on any one subject; it allows me to rant sporadically on whatever I wish, for a short period of time. Rock!).

A. First of all, mad love to my man Mark Bellhorn. He hit a homer the other night in Pawtucket, but other than that...he's not batting 1000 (or even .500). I am still his fan, no doubt about that (as in, his one fan...well, me and a few hefty ladies). Whether or not he'll return to the Red Sox is questionable at best (his rehab stint continues in Pawtucket until August 20th), considering the current awesomeness that is occuring at second base (Tony Graffanino).

I guess I owe Tony an apology; I hated-on him so much for taking Mark's place that I didn't give him a chance to single-handedly carry the team (and then he did). So, Tony, forgive me. But you'll never be my favorite; Bellhorn Forever!

B. Boston is in first place in the AL East; we have a five-game lead over the Yanks; we triumphed over the Chicago White Sox tonight. Nuff said.

C. In other news...Joe Thornton signed a three-year deal with the Bruins. This rocks my ass; I'm not even sure why. He just seems cool. *Hockey* is cool, basically. And why is hockey cool? Well, not only is it a sport that doesn't suck (football), but hockey is cool because you can see lots of fights; the refs don't start to break things up until there's at least a broken nose. Therefore, you can go to see a hockey game and drink a beer while someone gets their ass kicked by Joe Thornton. Need I say more? Yeah, this winter's going to be fun.

D. Elvis Costello rules. He's the kind of musician that everyone loves, and you're not sure why, even though you loved some of this songs when you were a little kid. Then one day you hear more of this music (when you've reached the old and decrepit age of 26) and you're like, "Damn! This mother can write *and* sing!" Impressive. That's why he gets his picture at the top of the page. Rock on.

THE END

P.S. I want to send love out to Christian's junks. Get well soon!