I guess money can't buy you heart! Sox come from behind and beat the World Series fuckers. Only in Fenway Park. Only with the Fenway Faithful urging them to victory.
Believe me, I've been there. (though not last night - blame evp)
40,000 fans on the edge of their seats, voices hoarse, never believing that their team will accept defeat....willing their team to victory. It really is almost a religious experience, for me anyway.
But that's not what this post's about.
The post's about ME of course. :)
As you know, I played and won a tournament Saturday night. Then had a few friends and family over for an Easter brunch. Then I made Easter dinner, all the time waiting to see my beloved Red Sox in action after the long winter absence. Finally my mother decided to go home and my sister (Cricket) was driving her. In my selfish mind I'm thinking....everyone'll be gone soon....must get NESN on and get my butt over to my favorite chair.
Finally I have the TV on the channel it's supposed to be on....and they announce one of the greatest red sox players is here....who could it be? My mind goes through it's little internal filing cabinet of great sox players that are living....Johnny Pesky....well he's alive (see photo above) but certainly not the greatest! I love him but they named the right field pole after him because that's where he'd barely be able to hit one out of the park.
After this photo was taken, he asked me to marry him! (okay so MAYBE he was kidding, but still) He went on to tell me how much he missed his wife who had recently passed.
Anyway, my mind being a finely tuned machine IMMEDIATELY determined it's Pedro Martinez! Could it really be? I had no idea!
As he walked out from The Green Monster tears welled up in my eyes, and few things make that happen. I never wanted to be there as much as I did at that moment.
Pedro fucking Martinez! That man has more heart and determination than me. (you'll never see me write a line like that again) Seeing him transported me back in time....2004, 2003, 2002...you get the idea.....to the days when Pedro was pitching. If Pedro's on the mound we've got the win!
Pedro was on the mound last night, throwing out the first pitch. All I could think of was my old mantra: If Pedro's on the mound we'll get the win! And we got the win. The come from behind win. Enough said.
The Yankees can't buy that. Some things ARE priceless.
And going with the premise "Poker baby, it's all about poker", don't forget to sign up for my private tournament on Wednesday night.
If Memphis takes my side bet, I'll tell you about the only x-rated dream I've ever had....and it starred none other than Pedro Martinez! I don't even like him THAT way. If I had my choice, it should've been Tim Wakefield, but you can't always get what you want.
Memphis, what's it gonna be?
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