Monday, May 01, 2006
  A Quick Note on My Feelings on Johnny Damon
"Cheer or boo?" is a prominent question media folk are posing to Red Sox fans.

My stance is simple: if he's not hitting or fielding for the Sox, I don't care much for him. Doesn't mean I'd be hurling objects at him, or yelling the old familiar suggestion at him, separating it from his name with a comma. (if that was too wordy for you, I meant "Shampoo you, Johnny.")

Did I cheer for Orlando Cabrera when he came back to Fenway? No. Did I boo? No.

Would I cheer for Johnny Damon? No chance in hell. Would I boo? No, probably not.

All this is too much for me - too much media hype for two games in May. I'll have the game on in the luxury apartment, while I perform a few household tasks like tidying up, some ironing, and cleaning the brown circle from the inside of my toilet bowl...with my versatile cleaning rag.

And that's all I have to say about that.

To the next step - which I hope is two straight wins which kicks off a nice streak...

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Few tidbits for the ESPN opener - I do have MLB Extra Innings, but they're using the YES feed the next two nights. And the only person worse than Joe Magrane is Michael Kay.

In hell, when they show games, Kay and Magrane do the voice-over. If given the choice of fire & brimstone, or Kay & Magrane...well, make it london broil for me.

A few other things on my mind:
*** The hot shirt out by Fenway, where bandit shirts are quite prevalent, is a Johnny Damon shirt that says "Looks Like Jesus, Acts Like Judas, Throws Like Mary." Very creative.

Not as good as the "Posada is a Little Bitch," "Jeter Drinks Wine Coolers," or my favorite from the 2004 World Series -- "Yankees Suck(ed)"

*** Enough Johnny Damon. More Erin Andrews. More more more!!!

*** No Doug Mirabelli in the lineup tonight. Puzzling.

*** Ok, he is back. He landed at 6:49 p.m. at Logan. It's 7:11 now. Have you ever gotten from Logan to Kenmore Square in 22 minutes? How the hell did they get him there, the Star Trek teleport?

*** Onto the game. Enjoy. 1/19 almost underway.

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