Gold Jacket, Green Jacket, Who Gives a Shit?

Alright, my postings here on Bulletproof Sombreros have been fairly limited thus far as I've been busy, but I just can't idly stand by for this...

(Also, a pre-emptive apology to my fellow BS posters for my insensitivity towards their team losing)

Playoffs or not, I simply do not give a fuck about the Boston Red Sox and I'll be damned if 1,305 words (3 pages, 5,668 chars no spaces, 6948 w/ spaces, 27 paragraphs) in a row of sweet blog space will be wasted with this nonsense! I could stand for a small article here or there, but I can barely read as it is, and these BoSox articles are long! This is not a Boston Red Sox blog, its a Loisaida blog, so lets get this thing back on track.

How about instead of talking about baseball playoffs ::yawn:: we mention how fuckin' sweet James Bond looked in that Neru Jacket in the first Bond film, Dr. No.



Or how about how fucking awesome the new TV On The Radio Album is.

Come on man, the Boston Red Sox? Up until Brady's injury, the city of Boston's sports teams have had a monopoly on all important victories for the past decade. I'm tired of seeing them win. I have more sympathy for Richie Tenenbaum in the scene when his step-sister Margot gets married resulting in 72 unforced errors in his tennis match than I do for the Red Sox losing in the playoffs.



That said, anyone else watch Cool Runnings on TNT last night?

Derice Bannock: "Boston, ya dead?"
Sanka Coffie: "Ya mon, I'm dead."

Let's Make It A Lucky Night

Its coming up on game 5 of the ALCS and again we face a humiliating elimination in the post-season. My colleague Mo Blue already went in to quite a bit of detail about the lack of faith this time around so I am going to stay away from what to expect and look to a key factor for our down fall the last few games. Many people maybe looking to blame the Red Sox pitching for this epic downfall at the hands of the least experienced MLB team to reach the ALCS ever. But there are certain intangibles that have to be effecting the mentality of the clubhouse right now. Namely, the greatest post-season clutch hitter of all time is throwing up a goose egg for homeruns this post-season. I would consider this about as clutch as everybody's favorite 1986 scapegoat. David Oritz has been lack luster and I have begun to show more faith in the late game heroics of Jed Lowrie than David Ortiz at this point. Yes we still have had some production from regular season MVP (prediction) Dusty Pedroia, Jason Bay and some meaningless late inning RBIs from Youk, but it has gotten to the point even if Dusty does get on base, Ortiz is more of a Double-play threat than a home run threat. The sad thing is Jason Bay has been hitting like crazy this post season but its scary to say the Rays will be fine giving up a solo home-run if Longoria keeps upping the ante every time he steps up to the plate.

While my fire that was once my anticipation for another World Series win is now nothing more than a candle in the sun (tokin Jay-z reference) I might be a able to shine a little brighter if Ortiz can drop a bomb on me early tonight and maybe you'll see that fire again all the way from NY.