happy birthday mr. beckett!
he is wicked stoked it’s his birthday too!
Filed under: things | Tags: Big Papi, Dustin Pedroia, Josh Beckett, Text Messages, Thomas
so last night was interesting. but let me cut right to the chase: i gave up. ok ok, i know what you are thinking, but in my defense…I don’t get TBS at home, so I have to drive my ass 30 minutes to my friend’s house and watch there…so basically when things are going great I am not too excited about the prospect of driving home at 1 in the morning…but in any event, I missed maybe the 2nd greatest comeback in all of baseball’s history…besides when the Philadelphia A’s came back against the Cubs in game 7 of the World Series in 1929. That’s right, I have random baseball knowledge stored in my memory bank for no reason.
And I would like to make a point here: if you refer to my post from yesterday, I believe I called it! “I say Ortiz finally comes through tonight, Pedie keeps on keeping on and Ellsbury steps up. I have this feeling that Youuuuuk’s going to hit a ‘homah’.” Ok, so I wasn’t 100% in my prediction, but Ortiz came through, BIG TIME and Pedie kept on for sure. Ellsbury didn’t get a chance to step up, so I can’t really be blamed for that. And last night wasn’t Youuuuk’s turn, but he did touch home plate… 
I stopped watching in the 6th inning. I went home, went to bed and slept poorly. I tossed and turned all night replaying the horrible 6 innings that I had just witnessed. I thought about things that could have been done differently, what I would tell Tito to change, where things went wrong. I woke up (late) this morning, stumbled out of bed, jumped in the shower, completed my morning routine and as I was running out the door I finally looked at my cell phone and low and behold I had about 800 text messages from Thomas telling me “the score is 7-1…the score is 7-4 PAPI HIT A HOMAH…It’s 7-7 … OMG the SOX WIN!!!!” I just about died. Seriously, I think my heart skipped a beat or two. I ran back in the house, proudly changed into my Josh Beckett shirt and floated into work this morning…Ahhh how the sun is so glorious today! I can’t wait for tomorrow…my boy Beckett better be back in tip top shape. I have a feeling he will be. It’s just a feeling, but baby it’s a good one. GOOOO SOX!!!
my brother and sister in law are at the hospital right now awaiting the birth of their first child, a girl to be named Paige. I am sitting at my desk trying to act casual when inside I am super excited to be an Auntie! But the events of the weekend still keep my mind racing. I just read an article about Beckett that was basically about how he says he is feeling fine physically, his pitches are just missing. My thought is this: Where is his head? In high school my coach used to tell me, “Softball (baseball) is 90% mental”… I am wondering what is on Beckett’s mind that is standing in the way of those pitches falling where they are supposed to as opposed to hanging over the plate. When is it Varitek’s turn to take some of the heat? A lot has been made over the fact that Varitek is the best catcher in baseball because he puts in the time, he knows the pitchers, he knows the hitters, he knows the game…but if he is so great at what he does, why can’t he get Beckett back on track when he starts to slide? Don’t get me wrong, I haven’t jumped on the Varitek bashing bandwagon just yet, but I am concerned that as the Capitan and leader of this team it seems like it’s his job to take charge and say, hey listen, get your head out of your ass and pitch the damn ball. I am glad that other members of the team are stepping up. Pedroia has finally broken through the glass wall that was holding him back. Youuuuuk has really stepped up…I have faith in these Sox, I have faith in this team. I am happy that Lester is starting tonight. A little worried about Wakefield tomorrow night. But what could be worse then the Beckett we have seen lately? So here it is:
Dear Mr. Beckett;
You have created a fan base here in Red Sox Nation that is very concerned about you. We defend you to the less faithful, we keep our fingers crossed that today is the day you come out of your funk. But how long do you expect us to hold on? You aren’t trying to pull a Manny are you? Please tell me you are just going through a dry spell and you will be back on top of your game in the next couple of games. I know that this is a team sport, but you have emerged as one of the leaders of this team and it’s your job to hold up your end of the deal. We need you to be Mr. October…We know you can bounce back and do what you do best. We need you Mr. Beckett.
Sincerely,
Bethany
Filed under: things | Tags: Angels, Josh Beckett, Lester, pedroia, Rays, Timlin
so, my crush on josh beckett is disappating as we speak. during his pitiful start with the angels, i brushed it off as rust…last nights ridiculous outing against the rays there is no excuse. The offense was helping him out and he still couldn’t keep his ass out of trouble. i believe the phrase “beckett, get off your knees, you’re blowing the game” came out of my mouth more than once last night. i was freaking out…but thank goodness for PEDIE!! he came through last night in a big way and I think we can look for him to be his normal self for the rest of the series now. “98 comin’ in…102 goin’ out” haha. The pitching off Beckett and Kazmir was disappointing at the least, horrendous at most. Both bullpens did what they had to do…Ole Timlin just couldn’t get it done. I’m not ready to say (like one of my fellow bloggers so eloquently did) that Timlin is ready for the glue factory just yet…but I do think he needs to hang it up for a while. Let’s hope Lester is on top of it tomorrow night and gets us in a 2-1 lead and then we can blow it wide open on tuesday for the 3-1 lead…I still love Beckett, but it’s going to take a freakin’ miracle for Sox Nation to fall back in love with the guy….
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: 2nd Inning, Body Armor, Josh Beckett, Mr. October
What the hell happened in the 2nd inning my dear? Where exactly was your head? I read your comment about “the body armor” … I get that he didn’t exactly get out of the way… But come on guy. You like completely fell apart. Thank you for picking yourself up again and regrouping…and being Josh. But PLEASE don’t let it happen again…YOU ARE MR. OCTOBER. You can’t fail us now!
for love of the game.
