Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Posted by el duque at 4:45 PM
The 1927 Redsocks are too powerful. They not only have the pitching, the hitting and the speed but, well, there's something about this team - the way they pull together, the way they help each other - they're a team of stars and yet -- they're just like you, and you, and YOU.
Everybody knows it. They're a bunch of nice guys. Quality nice guys. You can see it in their eyes. They've experienced so much. They live - and they love - harder than other people.
No, we cannot beat these angry men. No, way. There are teams you can defeat, and then there are the 2011 Redsocks. They never quit. They never die. How would I describe them? Spunky? Yes. But not in the Lenn Sakata sense. No, they're spunky and strong. They're spunky, strong and effervescent. They're young, but they're also old. I don't know. Am I making sense? Because this Redsock team is so good that they don't make sense. Gee, I feel giddy just thinking about them. Frankly, we were lucky to just be swept and lose Joba. It could have been much worse. Wotta team.