<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201230</id><updated>2008-02-03T10:15:20.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bambino's Curse: Diary of a Red Sox Fan</title><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/index.php'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/'/><author><name>Edw.</name></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1226</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201230.post-110398268154768232</id><published>2004-12-25T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T05:51:21.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sending Good Tidings</title><summary type='text'>As I sit here in the predawn glow of a Christmas morning and everyone else 
  still in bed (with visions of sugar plums dancing in their heads) now seemed 
  as good a time as any to give a brief update and say hello.
If you haven't already seen it, I 
  have a guest column over on Alex Belth's Bronx Banter blog. (Yes, 
  yes, it's a Yankees' fan blog. But a darned good one and Alex has been</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/2004_12_19_index.php#110398268154768232' title='Sending Good Tidings'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/110398268154768232'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/110398268154768232'/><author><name>Edw.</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201230.post-109896945574871821</id><published>2004-10-28T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T05:10:28.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Accomplished (For Real!)</title><summary type='text'>
   The clouds are broken in 
    the sky,
       And thro' the mountain-walls
    A rolling organ-harmony
       Swells up, and shakes and falls.
    Then move the trees, the copses nod,
       Wings flutter, voices hover clear:
    "O just and faithful knight of God!
       Ride on! the prize is near."
    So pass I hostel, hall, and grange;
       By bridge and ford, by park and </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/2004_10_24_index.php#109896945574871821' title='Mission Accomplished (For Real!)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/109896945574871821'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/109896945574871821'/><author><name>Edw.</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201230.post-109888134034899627</id><published>2004-10-27T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T08:11:00.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"We are ripe, reap us!"</title><summary type='text'>The time of mists and mellow fruitfulness is finally, finally upon us. One 
  win away from a World Series victory? 
  I'm with Jackie MacMullen in asking, "How did this happen?"

  How is it this band of self-described idiots, with raggy hair and baggy pants 
    and shabby defense (eight errors through the first two games) find themselves 
    on the cusp of doing something Ted Williams, </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/2004_10_24_index.php#109888134034899627' title='&quot;We are ripe, reap us!&quot;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/109888134034899627'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/109888134034899627'/><author><name>Edw.</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201230.post-109879512195735687</id><published>2004-10-26T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T05:57:02.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Greased Lightnin'. Go.</title><summary type='text'>So I bet I'm not the only one who has been going through the past couple of 
  day like this: you'll be sitting there at work or driving or eating breakfast 
  or whatever and about every couple of minutes you'll go, "OHMYGAW. THE 
  RED SOX ARE IN THE WORLD SERIES!"
It still hasn't really sunk in. Hell, I don't want it to sink in as I don't 
  want to lose the giddiness of it all. And just </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/2004_10_24_index.php#109879512195735687' title='Go Greased Lightnin&apos;. Go.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/109879512195735687'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/109879512195735687'/><author><name>Edw.</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201230.post-109871125390104011</id><published>2004-10-25T06:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T05:56:01.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Happening (Isn't It?)</title><summary type='text'>
	Trying my best to temper my emotions. Although it was 18 years ago, the memories of the first two Sox wins, on the road no less, against the Mets in '86 are all of a sudden very much on my mind. 


	But you know what? In 1986 the we, players and fans alike, didn't have anything quite like this:


	
		I just wish everybody on this planet could experience the day I just experienced I will</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/2004_10_24_index.php#109871125390104011' title='It&apos;s Happening (Isn&apos;t It?)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/109871125390104011'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/109871125390104011'/><author><name>Edw.</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201230.post-109844885983985325</id><published>2004-10-22T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T05:55:01.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Bird Nation v Red Sox Nation</title><summary type='text'>Did this happen to you yesterday? Somewhere around mid-afternoon I was overcome 
  with total exhaustion to the point where it was all I could do to hold my head 
  up. The adrenaline from the post ALCS victory high finally wore out and the 
  emotional ride and late nights of the past week and a half finally caught up 
  to me. I slept so soundly last night. Content. 
But it won't last long</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/2004_10_17_index.php#109844885983985325' title='Red Bird Nation v Red Sox Nation'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/109844885983985325'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/109844885983985325'/><author><name>Edw.</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201230.post-109836465097671656</id><published>2004-10-21T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T05:43:16.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Start spreading the news...</title><summary type='text'>Back in April, when the Red Sox beat up on the Yankees, we Red Sox fans were 
  sternly admonished "not to gloat," and "wait 'til October." 
  Well, can we gloat NOW?
Oh, yes, I do believe I have my gloat on. 

  The Yankees last night completed the worst collapse in postseason baseball 
    history when they got clobbered by the hated Boston Red Sox in Game 7 of an 
    American League </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/2004_10_17_index.php#109836465097671656' title='Start spreading the news...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/109836465097671656'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/109836465097671656'/><author><name>Edw.</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201230.post-109827586142492129</id><published>2004-10-20T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T05:52:08.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy, Beautiful Spark of the Gods</title><summary type='text'>Talk about Red Sox! When I saw Schilling take the mound without the 
  high top cleat but instead the 
  low cleat and that blood soaked sock I teared up. I'm tearing up now again 
  as I write about it. Schilling's performance last night was the greatest sports 
  event I've witnessed. So we are told "it's just a game." 
  Yeah, it is. But in the same way that Beowulf is just a short story</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/2004_10_17_index.php#109827586142492129' title='Joy, Beautiful Spark of the Gods'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/109827586142492129'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/109827586142492129'/><author><name>Edw.</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201230.post-109818935520403081</id><published>2004-10-19T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T05:39:17.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Luuurve This Team</title><summary type='text'>It's difficult to believe what we're seeing. 

  Even were the pressure on these Red Sox, what would it matter? Trailing 4-3 
    in the ninth inning of Game 4, the Sox rallied against the great Mariano Rivera 
    to tie the game, then won it on a David Ortiz [stats, news] homer against 
    Paul Quantrill in the 12th. Last night, the Sox scored a pair against the 
    Yankees bullpen in </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/2004_10_17_index.php#109818935520403081' title='I Luuurve This Team'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/109818935520403081'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/109818935520403081'/><author><name>Edw.</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201230.post-109810302641933194</id><published>2004-10-18T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T05:37:54.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Teaches of Peaches (Rerun)</title><summary type='text'>Ever heard of the singer who goes by the name "Peaches"? Probably 
  not, right? And even if you have, you may not like her as Peaches is very much 
  an acquired taste — But I'm telling you Peaches has the Red Sox theme 
  song pegged right now. Check out these 
  lyrics from the song "Operate."

   Just keep it going
    Just keep it going
    Just keep it going
   He's not dead, he's </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/2004_10_17_index.php#109810302641933194' title='The Teaches of Peaches (Rerun)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/109810302641933194'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/109810302641933194'/><author><name>Edw.</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201230.post-109801614489142186</id><published>2004-10-17T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T05:41:19.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With Eyes Cast Downward</title><summary type='text'>
        Are we left to conclude that the 10.5 game back to 2.5 games back Aug/Sept Red Sox,
        the best record in baseball since the All Star Break Red Sox, the "better team
        than the Yankees on paper" Red Sox were not the real Red Sox, but that the
        uninspired .500 ball Red Sox of May and June were the true article?


        Or are we going to go with the thinking </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/2004_10_17_index.php#109801614489142186' title='With Eyes Cast Downward'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/109801614489142186'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/109801614489142186'/><author><name>Edw.</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201230.post-109784405458565472</id><published>2004-10-15T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T05:41:45.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>McDreams of McPlayoffs</title><summary type='text'>I'm hoping this is a good omen. Last night I dreamt that I was hanging out 
  with Manny Ramirez at a McDonald's. (Manny had the Big N' Tasty Extra Value 
  Meal and an extra Big Mac. I had the Double Cheeseburger Extra Value Meal. Neither 
  of us Super Sized our orders.) 
  And while we ate Manny asked if I'd do the voiceovers in a new video short he 
  was having produced about his career</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/2004_10_10_index.php#109784405458565472' title='McDreams of McPlayoffs'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/109784405458565472'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/109784405458565472'/><author><name>Edw.</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201230.post-109775554421738655</id><published>2004-10-14T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T05:42:21.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring On the Bride</title><summary type='text'>There's no other way to put it: The 
  grave has been dug. The pine box has been inserted 6 feet deep, and the 
  Red Sox are in it on their backs, breathing but unconscious. All that's left 
  is to nail down the cover and start shoveling the dirt.
Oh, of course, of course, one can escape such an ignominious end to the season. 
  One can escape being buried alive. We saw the Bride do it in</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/2004_10_10_index.php#109775554421738655' title='Bring On the Bride'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/109775554421738655'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/109775554421738655'/><author><name>Edw.</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201230.post-109767123005836891</id><published>2004-10-13T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T05:07:13.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Despondency, Not an Option</title><summary type='text'>Round one goes to the Spartans.
 
  ... since you know as well as we do that right, as the world goes,
    is only in question between equals in power, while the strong do what
    they can and the weak suffer what they must.
    Thucydides, The Melian Dialogue, Book 
    V, 90 

And our hero goes down.

  Be honest with yourselves, Red Sox followers: Schilling looks cooked. On 
    </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/2004_10_10_index.php#109767123005836891' title='Despondency, Not an Option'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/109767123005836891'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/109767123005836891'/><author><name>Edw.</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201230.post-109758477414011545</id><published>2004-10-12T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T05:43:50.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight Is Enough</title><summary type='text'> 
  The bravest are surely those who have the clearest vision of what is 
    before them, glory and danger alike, and yet notwithstanding, go out to meet 
    it.
    Thucydides, The 
    History of the Peloponnesian War

Think our guy Curt Schilling understands the tenor of the Thucydides' quote 
  above?

  This is part of what I had envisioned when we agreed to come here last year,</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/2004_10_10_index.php#109758477414011545' title='Eight Is Enough'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/109758477414011545'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/109758477414011545'/><author><name>Edw.</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201230.post-109749889929861721</id><published>2004-10-11T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T05:44:10.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready and Waiting</title><summary type='text'>"We kind of knew it was going to have to go through New York, so here 
  it goes!" — Johnny Damon
I guess we all knew that, huh? As much as I was rooting for the Twins, I knew 
  deep down that the reality is exactly as Theo Epstein describes it:

   "I don't speak for everybody else, but now that it's here we can admit 
    if we're able to win a World Series and go through New York along </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/2004_10_10_index.php#109749889929861721' title='Ready and Waiting'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/109749889929861721'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/109749889929861721'/><author><name>Edw.</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201230.post-109732665509648729</id><published>2004-10-09T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T05:50:02.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Like A Little Gut Check (To Keep It Real And All)</title><summary type='text'>
	Everything was going so smoothly. I even remarked to my wife, "The Angels have that look on their faces of total defeat. It's over." No sooner did I say that and Eckstein booted an easy double play ball. There are no things as sure things, but with a 6-1 run lead going into the 6th and Arroyo living up to Curt Schilling's assessment of the kid he wrote on SoSH, "[Arroyo's] got nuts the size of</summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/2004_10_03_index.php#109732665509648729' title='Nothing Like A Little Gut Check (To Keep It Real And All)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/109732665509648729'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/109732665509648729'/><author><name>Edw.</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201230.post-109723941869591125</id><published>2004-10-08T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T05:50:39.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Command the Fruits to Swell on Tree and Vine</title><summary type='text'>Lord: it is time. The summer was immense.
  Lay your shadow on the sundials
  and let loose the wind in the fields.
  (from "Autumn Day", 
  Rilke)
Kid: it is time. Your 5 
  straight was immense.
  Pitch through shadows on the infield
  and let loose the high leg kick.
  (from "Arroyo Day," Cossette)
Is there a more beautiful sight than Fenway Park on an October playoff afternoon, 
  </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/2004_10_03_index.php#109723941869591125' title='Command the Fruits to Swell on Tree and Vine'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/109723941869591125'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/109723941869591125'/><author><name>Edw.</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201230.post-109715445181801216</id><published>2004-10-07T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T05:49:01.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two for the Road</title><summary type='text'>I'm working on two hours sleep here, and my brain is sluggish (more so than 
  usual even), but what a difference it is to have a late night win end with a 
  win that puts the Sox up 2-0 than the alternative. This is what 
  was going on last year after a late night game on the West Coast:
 
  Workplace production in New England will undoubtedly suffer a drastic drop 
    today due to the </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/2004_10_03_index.php#109715445181801216' title='Two for the Road'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/109715445181801216'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/109715445181801216'/><author><name>Edw.</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201230.post-109706584260352115</id><published>2004-10-06T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T06:10:41.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Rains in Southern California</title><summary type='text'>Man, does winning Game 1 take the edge off or what? I know, I know the Angels 
  have won a bunch of playoff series after having lost the first game, it's there 
  modus operandi, but it's not my job to get rah rah about the Angels chances, 
  it's my job to bask in the glow of the Red Sox victory.

  The Sox used one of the largest offensive outbursts in the club's postseason 
    history </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/2004_10_03_index.php#109706584260352115' title='Never Rains in Southern California'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/109706584260352115'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/109706584260352115'/><author><name>Edw.</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201230.post-109697961936001836</id><published>2004-10-05T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T05:32:50.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Like Mt. St. Helens</title><summary type='text'>At DirtDogs, 
  über Sox fan Sean Kelly sums up my feelings precisely:

  I have followed them on a pitch-by-pitch basis since Johnny Pesky was managing 
    the team. I have seen them participate in sixty-eight playoff and World Series 
    games in five different decades. I have seen them play in person at their 
    last three World Series - '67, '75', and '86. I have seen them win 9 </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/2004_10_03_index.php#109697961936001836' title='Feeling Like Mt. St. Helens'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/109697961936001836'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/109697961936001836'/><author><name>Edw.</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201230.post-109689419263656790</id><published>2004-10-04T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T05:35:29.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory, Not Full Yet</title><summary type='text'>The Red Sox started the 2004 season in Baltimore with a loss and ended the 
  season in Baltimore with a loss. But it's what went on in between that counts. 
  Kind of feels like we went through 3 seasons doesn't it? We had the halcyon 
  15-6 Spring, followed by the stygian 48-45 of most the summer, and, finally, 
  the 35-13 fruitfulness of a finish. The result is the third best record in </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/2004_10_03_index.php#109689419263656790' title='Memory, Not Full Yet'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/109689419263656790'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/109689419263656790'/><author><name>Edw.</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201230.post-109663502435088297</id><published>2004-10-01T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T05:52:28.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're All Due</title><summary type='text'>And now we wait.
The big news is, and I'm not quite sure how to take it,

  After two years of occasional posturing and sporadic threats about leaving 
    Boston when his contract expires following this season, Pedro Martinez [stats, 
    news] said last night that he is confident he will be staying with the Red 
    Sox (Horrigan, 
    9/30)
  Martinez, who lost his fourth consecutive </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/2004_09_26_index.php#109663502435088297' title='We&apos;re All Due'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/109663502435088297'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/109663502435088297'/><author><name>Edw.</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201230.post-109654882304072121</id><published>2004-09-30T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T05:52:05.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number 2 Can Make You Number 1</title><summary type='text'>You know, I'm going to sheepishly confess that a part of me is relieved the 
  Yankees swept the Twins (thanks 
  for nothing Gardenhire) and Pedro 
  looked more like his sidekick Mr. Nelson than a former flamethrower the 
  result of which is 99.99% certitude the Yankees will win the AL East because 
  I really, really didn't want to deal with a weekend of must wins in Baltimore. 
  I </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/2004_09_26_index.php#109654882304072121' title='Number 2 Can Make You Number 1'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/109654882304072121'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/109654882304072121'/><author><name>Edw.</name></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2201230.post-109646130516258951</id><published>2004-09-29T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T05:55:22.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>95 and Counting</title><summary type='text'>Yes, I remember 
  how good this felt when Derek Lowe delivered what catcher Jason Varitek 
  describes as "the best pitch he's ever made."

  Derek Lowe showed last year that he is still more than capable of making 
    major contributions out of the bullpen when he struck out Terrence Long with 
    the bases loaded to clinch the fifth and final game of the American League 
    Division </summary><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/2004_09_26_index.php#109646130516258951' title='95 and Counting'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bambinoscurse.com/' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/109646130516258951'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2201230/posts/default/109646130516258951'/><author><name>Edw.</name></author></entry></feed>