We're Not Here to Mess Around

Not really ready to do more than revel in the moment. The Red Sox are World Series champs and I feel like a kid and I just woke up to find out it's Christmas, my birthday, New Year's, and the Fourth of July all rolled into one. Red Sox, you know we love you madly, hear the crowd roar ...

Reality

The reality gap, it's not just Bush, it's his supporters. [via Ghost in the Machine.]

ALCS 2004

I've been quiet about this series since it started. I'll have to run a little smack to make up for all the nonsense I've been hearing from Yankee fans, but not much. I feel too good to rub it in. Winning this series is the greatest comeback by any team in my lifetime and I'm afraid to cheapen it by making (too many) snide remarks to fans of the losers.

This is freakin' incredible. (Why stop to quibble with Francona's [insane] decision to pull Lowe and throw Pedro out there?) No matter what happens now we have the monkey of our back; we took down Jeter and the smug ass Yankees; we've got guys we can be proud of: Ortiz! Damon! Schilling! Lowe! -- Red Sox Nation can finally stop peering through their fingers, grab a pint, and sing a victory song! Check out the streets of Boston now, baby.

Mark had the lyrics to the old-time Tessie over at Cheek today ... I'm pumping the Dropkick Murphys in my car these days and will be driving and singing along:

Tessie, Nuff Said McGreevey shouted


We're not here to mess around


Boston you know we love you madly


Hear the crowd roar to your sound


Don't blame us if we ever doubt you


You know we couldn't live without you


Tessie, you are the only only only






Don't blame us if we ever doubt you


You know we couldn't live without you


Boston, you are the only only only






Don't blame us if we ever doubt you


You know we couldn't live without you


Red Sox, you are the only only only

There are so many links already I don't even know where to start ... Boston Dirt Dogs, ESPN, the games can be downloaded at MLB ...

Matinee Pick

Had Friday off from work and convinced Mrs. C-Dog to go out to a matinee with me. We saw Friday Night Lights and both enjoyed it enough to recommend. I was worried about seeing a Coach Sling Blade movie; fortunately, Thornton actually did a decent job as the coach, delivering one of (if not) the best Inspiring Half-Time Locker Room Speeches ever. Austin's Explosions in the Sky contributed some outstanding instrumental music to the soundtrack as well. Definitely worth checking out. I'm not sure what the Gold Standard of football movies is? Rudy? The Longest Yard? Remember the Titans? Certainly not Any Given Sunday. In any event, I can't think of one offhand that I'd rank ahead of this one. Here's what The Sports Guy wrote about it (no spoilers).

Suspect

Doctor Who to match wits with farting aliens? Oh my.