Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Monday, October 29, 2007
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Saturday, October 27, 2007
You could help decide the fate of the music player. Will it autoplay upon pageload, or will it be up to you to go over and push play? That is the question. Let us know what you think.
(for the curious: Jeremy votes No, Rachel votes Yes)
Friday, October 26, 2007
Fear and loathing in Red Sox Nation - Steve Almond
By Steve Almond October 25, 2007
A MERE week ago, the mood of Red Sox Nation was not funereal so much as hysterical. All you had to do was tune in to any one of the three sports talk radio stations in town for evidence.
The faithful were furious with everyone: manager Terry Francona, general manager Theo Epstein, and especially high-priced right fielder J.D. Drew. If you didn't know better, you would have thought the team already had lost the American League Championship Series to the Cleveland Indians - in a laugher.
Then (as we all know) a crazy thing happened: the Sox, down three games to one, won the next three in a row, all handily. Drew went on a tear, bopping a grand slam to seal Game 6, and finished with a gaudy .360 average against Cleveland pitching. Suddenly, all those guys who had been yelling for his head on a spike were talking about how to score tickets for the Series.
There were no apologies issued. Because being a Red Sox fan means never having to say you're sorry. It means second-guessing every move the team makes, whining after every loss (and most wins), and generally reveling in the misery of defeat.
It's in the nature of fans to complain, of course. And certainly the Sox have caught some terrible breaks over the years, chief among them having to play second fiddle to the arrogant New York Yankees. But none of that quite justifies the Nation's perpetual grievance complex.
I ask you: Is there another fan base in America that could create a cottage industry out of "Yankees Suck" T-shirts? Or one that routinely boos its own players? Or picks fights with opposing relief pitchers? Is there another nation of fans who pity themselves so enthusiastically, even as their team wields the second-highest payroll in baseball?
Soxchotics (as I think of them) are certainly passionate and knowledgeable. No argument there. But they also take the game way too seriously.
I realize that not winning a World Series for 86 years can inflame even the calmest soul. But the team did win a championship, just three years ago.
That historic triumph has done nothing to change the tenor of local fandom. Soxchotics still bellow and moan about Manny Ramírez's laissez-faire defense and Daisuke Matsuzaka's overpriced "gyroball" and virtually any other aspect of the team that doesn't meet their exacting standards.
I know this for a fact because most of my friends are Soxchotics. Like Arthur, who records every game he can't watch live and gets furious if someone mistakenly reveals the score. Or Peter, who insists on wearing his Curt Schilling jersey for every big game. Or Leslie and Michelle, who flew to Florida to scout the team in the spring.
I adore these folks. But I wouldn't much want to watch a crucial Sox matchup with them. Because the game inevitably becomes a Station of the Cross, a ritual in which the central experience is suffering, not diversion.
Indeed, there are moments when it seems clear that Sox fans are actually happiest when pursuing their own despair. I'm sure they would never admit it, but after so long as exalted losers the thought of winning a second Series in four seasons must be unbearable to them.
Let me be the first, then, to offer my prediction for the 2007 Series: the Sox will win in six games or fewer. And the Soxchotics will still find plenty to complain about.
Steve Almond is the author of "Not That You Asked."
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Sunday, October 21, 2007
As for the blog title "Dealin' Death 24/7" we saw this verbage on a t-shirt and find it endlessly amusing. If he is good, Jer might be finding this T-Shirt under the Christmas Tree.
nice custom painted skull
old man mask, with helmet and sunglasses on top.
Dad and Jer
Dad and Rachel
Man riding with skeleton (wings not projected at this time)
another street filled with waiting bikes.
viking traffic monitor
biker babes in ther natural habitat
some of our spectators
Dad, the easy rider
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Here is a pic of Manny Ramirez getting big love after a 3 run home run last week.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
I went to college with Sal, and know he is capable of great things. I could not miss the opportunity to see his full length feature film be screened. As expected "Charlie" was amazing.
New York Times
New York magazine
The Village Voice
Monday, October 08, 2007
That aside, we went picking for actual edible apples. This was out route 2 somewhere near Concord, Mass. It was a lot of fun. The funny part is, there were five of us in the car driving up to go apple picking and three of us don't really like apples. The apples turned out to be quite good and I had more apples in the following three days than I had had in my entire life.