Tito Rocks!!!

Tito has brought us 2 World Series Titles in the last 4 seasons. He spits and chews. He's a player's manager. He backs up his guys and acts like a proud papa. There's one other reason I'm glad he's back....for scenes like these. Above is Tito getting thrown out of a game this past July at Fenway. The following are pics that occurred AFTER he got thrown out....Tito does NOT go quietly into the night apparently :) I attended over a dozen Red Sox games last year....two of them Tito managed to get thrown out. I like those odds.


I'm not sure what he was telling the Ump after he got thrown out...perhaps "your dick is this little"

Again...Tito jawing at the Ump who threw him out

I'm imagining Tito saying "Your lips are moving yet all I hear is Blah Blah Blah"

Manny's in Da House!!!!!!!!!

So Manny shows up ON TIME this year....and the media can't stand it cos this means there's no MANNYDRAMA to write about....SO of course they hang their hat on Manny's fashion sense and try to read between the lines of his minimal interview about whether or not he's going to pursue a extension on his contract. Can we ALL just BE HAPPY that Manny is IN TOWN on TIME???

Rock Paper Sissors

It appears the Red Sox are trying out a new method for selecting it's 5th pitcher. Tomorrow the rest of the team are supposed to report although Youk and Pedie already showed up earlier in the week while today Tiz, Jacoby and Lowell showed up for practice as well. The Big Question remains....Will he or Will he not be on time? You all know who I'm talking about....I'm betting he'll drive up sporting some new 'do with his tight clothing to cover his newly ripped body he's been working on all off-season and sporting that famous smile we all know and love. And as they say on The Price is Right...

Manny Ramirez............Come ON DOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Beckett: I Ab Ready!

See....what'd I tell ya? Josh ain't worried about a thing. He's here to play ball. hard ball. fast ball. curve ball. sliders. nasty wicked ball. Smiling....shooting the peace sign....and doing alittle stretching it seems. By the way....that belly on Beckett just don't look that big. What has ALL the fuss been about? Spring training is began....the first game on the 28th has yet to be played. Beckett is pitching....and 2008 begins.

The Boys Are Back In Town!!!!!!

So Spring Training is HERE...Pitchers and Catchers Reported all on time and here is alittle review of what to expect. New Hair-Do's and Hats?

CardioBellyBusting Exercising

Reconnecting with old pals

and doing what our Pitchers do best.....Pitching.

and last but not least.....AIRPLANNNNNNNGGGGG!!!!

FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Beckett Arrives in Ft. Myers. He appears sullen or is it wistful? Jim Davis photo above with his or someone's caption "Not exactly a laugh a minute guy"....no shit Jim or random intern. We already got our "laugh a minute guy"


This is what I'm waiting on Beckett for


So let him do more of this so he can do more of what he did last year for us such as the playoff season: 30 playoff innings: allowed just four runs, 35 strike outs, & only walking 2. Let's just leave the jokestering to Paps and the Post-Pressers to Beckett.
**Josh shown practicing his "Kicking Ass" techniques

Red Sox vs Astros

Tomorrow morning I get to join the other Lotto winners to buy tickets to the Red Sox vs Astros series. I just hope I can snag 4 good seats. Now I have to figure out the best strategy of whether to purchase 4 singles or 2 doubles...1 game or two games?? So many ways to do this. And then to make sure I do NOT get the nosebleed section. Woo HOOOO! At least I know I have the chance to have a ticket for each game. Wish me Luck.

Truck Day!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Only the dyed hard in the wool fans get this picture. When the last baseball game is played in either September or in October, if we make the play-offs, we wait for Truck Day....the day all the Red Sox gear is packed carefully and sent on it's way to Ft. Myers, Florida in well Trucks. :)

I often wonder what the driver of the truck feels...to know he is carrying precious cargo to our boys. I have two friends at Truck Day, Cyn and Kelly, and I know when they return we'll get current pictures from them. But until then...I snatched a youtube rendition from last year of Truck Day. Enjoy and it won't be long till we see BASEBALL!!!

Being Sick Sucks

Coughing and hacking are not a pretty sight when you're trying to work professionally or just go to the store for that matter. After a good party on Mardi Gras, I awoke with someone on my chest....well it FELT like someone was on my chest cos I couldn't breathe and I was coughing up my lungs. Since I was in my other city I work in I kept trying to figure out what was wrong. On day three, this morning, I awoke with an earache as well. I call my other office to get the phone number of the clinic in my other city and talk about how the Dr BETTER give me some Antibiotics!!

SOoooooo I call the 24 hr clinic in the other small city I work in as I was on my way there. I get there and waited at least 45 minutes while filling out paperwork then being moved to another room. So Dr. Lady comes in...listens to me breathing...front and back...I coughed NO not like that....talked about all my symptoms...and without running a blood test...it was determined I had acute bronchitis.

"Well" I said, "Ive had it numerous times". She begins her discussion about how many people have come in with this blahblah blah blahblahblah and they are adamant about getting Antibiotics (I have no idea WHO she is referring to)...long story short. I didn't get Anti biotics. ::angry face::

She gives me this nice brochure explaining Acute Bronchitis..."what part of I HAD this NUMEROUS times did she not hear?" Anyway...so she tells me that this is a viral infection and antibiotics do NOT work on them. I look stunned...so I ask "What does then?" "Time" she says.

TIME? time?? T I M E???? "oh and it'll take about 7-14 days to get it out of your system" Again I look stunned. I know my previous doctors when I was younger gave me MEDS when i had this. She writes down an over the counter med and advises to get it and take it daily. So I ask a what i thought was a rhetorical question "its not contagious then?" She smiles and says "oh yes it is." again I'm stunned....

She then asks "Do you smoke?" I wanted to say "Only on the SG Board" but I was afraid she'd put me on the 5th floor so I just said "no". So now I sit on my couch after taking the over the counter meds...typing this...posting on SG...and hoping its just freezing cold the next week so I'm not upset about not being able to get out.

Lesson? I don't think there is one. I just know that I'm blaming that coach I met Mardi Gras night for me getting sick. Where's becks? I need that smoke.

B is for Baseball

Yah so I see I'm missing a few letters...but hey I thought it was cute and makes me smile to see anything can be made about baseball.

Pitchers and Catchers

report in 10 days

Rejoining old friends

to get partying out of the way.

Position Players will be in full form

with Da Manny leading the way.

New members welcomed

with open arms.

Fans waiting by fences

to get a glimpse of

the 2007 World Series Champions.

Baseball Now Please

**courtesy of ballparkreviews**

A sight I am going to miss this year in person.....I'm trying to not be sad, but it's really hard. Today the SuperBowl is going to determine if the Pats take it all....and I mean Take It ALL! If they win today, it will be a perfect season. And by perfect, I mean absolutely NO Losses!!! But more about baseball....I'll miss the games, the park, but more importantly the fun that I have when I go to Ft. Myers with all the good friends I've met on line. So ya have fun, takes lots of pics and make sure to tell Josh that I'll see him in May and not to be too sad that his favorite wannabe beer-drinking buddy won't be there.

::slips off to weep::

Labels Are For Jars

Welcome to Boston Sean!!! (pic courtesy of BostonDirtDogs) While many are salivating at the thought of having yet another great 1st basemen or enjoying our new eye-candy or even the man-hugs that friendly Sean is apt to bring with his "most friendliest' rep in the MLB and nickname "the mayor"....I thought I would focus on something that is apparently near and dear to Sean's heart: His Charity Work: Labels Are For Jars. Years back, Sean was having a conversation with a friend of his, Rev. Paul O'Brien, and O'Brien's roommate while in college, another O'Brien: Conan...you may know who he is :) Anyway....Sean had met Paul years back through a mutal friend and I believe he married Sean and his wife as well as baptizing his children. Back to the conversation...they discussed opening up a soup kitchen in Lawrence. Lawrence is one of the poorest cities in Massachusetts and in the U.S.. The Cor Unum Meal Center is where it all takes place. Another way to raise money and awareness for such a great cause....Labels are for Jars charity was created. Please visit their site and see how you can make a difference if you so choose. These shirts are some of the examples of people who we give labels to but who are needing to be fed each and every day. Let's welcome Sean into our sweet home of Fenway by showing our support of his favorite cause....and how cool will it to be living near it now?

Apparently the link to Labels are for Jars is disabled today. It worked just fine up till this morning as I was going to order off of it....so not sure what is going on. But at least you can get the jest of the t-shirt by seeing the one Sean is wearing. They have labels on the shirts such as homeless, hungry, mentally ill, minority, etc.

On the back of the t-shirts it also has the name of the organization: Labels Are For Jars. They come packaged within a plastic jar topped with a lid that has a coin slot in it. The point is to use the jar to raise money for the cause....then send in the jar to the charity. Hundreds of jars have been sent in from across the U.S. raising monies for this charity.

All in the Day of a Baseball Star

So we've all been wondering what Josh has been doing in the off-season...and of course I know exactly where he is every second *wink wink*

Well for starters we know Josh has been hunting.

And he's been going to support "his teams".

and of course he's got to hang out with his favorite gal.

But then he's got to hang out with his buddies drinking

and listening to country and western music.

All in the day and life of a baseball star right?? All I know is I'm ready to see this picture

and this especially

Is it Spring YET???

We Still Miss You Dustin

I grabbed this picture off my niece's myspace site. Yesterday was the 6th anniversary of my nephew's (her brother's) death. All my pictures I have of him are not on the computer and so I resort to this one. He died in a skiing accident while on a church trip to Colorado. His mother(my sister), father and older sister were there along with several other families. Dustin was off on the bunny trail with an adult chaperone who knows his family quite well and who is totally responsible....so when the call came to my sis and her hubby who were off on a much more difficult slope there was an accident....they never dreamed what they would have to encounter once they arrived at the ski hospital. Dustin had went out of control on the slopes, got turned around, and hit a tree. I cannot begin to imagine what my sister went through in those next hours, much less each and every day afterwards to now. I know that Dustin is loved and remembered by our family. He was a little man of God. He had a heart of gold and a desire to live right. At 11 years of age, Dustin had the faith of a mustard seed and it showed.

Dan, my brother-in-law and Dustin's father, decided this year to return to the slope in Colorado. I'm not sure what or why he decided as I never spoke to him about this but I knew he was going.
So yesterday evening, I decided to text my niece to let her know I was thinking of them and asked if she had heard from her father. A few minutes later my phone rang and looking over I saw it was my niece calling....I answered but it wasn't Lindsay's voice on the other end...it was Dan's. He could tell I was confused and explained he had taken Lindsay's phone as his was on the blink...I apologized as I knew that day was very special and sacred to him....but he had such a calmness around him repeating to me and assuring me it was ok. I asked if he was up there and was he ok....he said it was good. He just wanted to let me know he had received the message meant for Lindsay and appreciated it. We hung up after that...I can't tell you how much I cried last night. It had been building all week thinking of this week and how it's affected my sister and her family.

My own life has some quirks and turns I've been dealing with....but yesterday, I realized just how small my issues were. January will be over soon....and I'll look forward to springtime.

Me Thinks Thou Dost Protest Too Much

Bad dreams are not good....bad dreams that seem real are really not good....but those real life situations that turns into a bad dream are far worse. Last night I had a dream about Roger. I'm not certain what spurred the dream but nonetheless...it woke me up.

All I recall is I was at Roger's door knocking...he finally answered the door with a smirky smile. Debbie was off to the side doing pull-ups (HEY its a DREAM...I didn't get it either). His kids were standing around. So I started talking to him about the steriod issue...when I said to him, "Roger there are people who hate you and think you're guilty but there are still people who love you...you need to just come clean and tell the truth". He just stood there shaking his head up and down smiling....then I woke up.

Why I did dream about this ex-baseball hero of mine? I hadn't talked about him that day...I have no clue what was going on.

What I should have said to Roger was, in the words of a late great writer, "me thinks thou dost protest too much"

Good Buddies

I know I've been missing in action and been worrying my lil brother Ted but I just wanted to let everyone know I'm A-OK as I've just been partying with my good buddy Beckett down at the ranch. Yah I know but someone's gotta party with Josh since Lowell, Clay and Jon got skeered away from all that gun-toting scene. Mike was gonna come but he got did all his wild hog hunting down around Florida with Wakey so me, Josh, Kevin, George and some other good ole boys just hung out round the campfire talking bout our drunk stories. I lost count of how many times the "F" bomb was dropped although it became a contest between Josh and I and if I was making as much money as he did...I think I woulda been able to beat him. I had to resort to throwing things in the pot whenever I said it instead of money or guns.....and before I knew it, I had lost everything but my shirt...wait...nevermind forget that last comment.

Anyway...it was a long weekend partying and now I'm back in rare form ready and rearing to take on the world. Beckett's been practicing his pitching by throwing the ball at the deer instead of using his guns. Baseball's make a fairly good weapon when hunting does...but not so much against the bucks. Well, Tex is back and I was just wanting ya not to worry but thanks for thinking of me and keeping me in your thoughts.

How Do You?

How do you close a door that’s never been opened?
End something that never began?
Turn the page when you’ve never read?
It’s like having the meat without the potatoes
The chowder without the cream
The cake without the icing.
I keep waiting for my time. Our time.
But it will never come. Not at this rate
Looking back at life. I need not waste my time
On souls who seek my weakness, hearts
who desire to kill my spirit
to make it his.
How do you walk away when he’s everywhere you go
but nowhere you end up?
You breathe. inhale deeply. exhale gently.
Then with purpose, your heart moves forward.

Gone to Lunch

No, my blog isn't under construction.....just my life. I've got a lot of things going on and quite frankly, my creativity is drained at the end of the day for blogging. I don't have heathens running around acting like rodeo clowns and trapeze artists to give me material.

I just wanted to write alittle to let ya know that I need time the next couple of weeks to gather my senses and thoughts so I don't need anyone asking "HEY TEX..when ya gonna blog a new post?" Cos I'm telling ya now. I'll blog when I blog.

And Ted....you'll have to figure out how to make your own signs. Now that your linked :)

Writers Strike

So we all got the bad news Jim Ed didn't make it...............AGAIN. This is absolutefuckingly ridiculous. I'm on strike today cos of it.

I'm gonna create my own HOF....and Jim Ed Rice will be at the Top of the List.

Happy Place

After tonight's act of lies and bad hair of my former reason I am a Red Sox fan....I needed my happy place. This is my little hidey hole I found on Town Lake last year after walking it many months. There's steps that leads down to this...and it's well hidden. You can't see this from the walking trail above and the steps are almost hidden as well....but once down here you're in paradise....and after listening to the big FUT and blinking eyes along with deep gulps and waffling of whether or not he's going to retire....I needed this happy place to breathe in and breathe out. Then I thought of another picture that makes me smile

My son and I while I was back home during the holidays. We're celebrating our 50th and 30th birthdays this year. My plan is for my birthday is Salem, Massachusetts to celebrate halloween in one of the most infamous cities known for witches. No, I'm not a witch or into that....but I'm just wanting to do something crazy for my 50th. And what better way to top off baseball season other than the World Series Parade AND my birthday up there? What?? you think I'm joking? See me at the end of October...and let's see who's right.