in my time of dying

When I pass, dear friends and family, please promise me that my corporeal remains are not placed in any of these. I love the Red Sox. I'm writing about issues of birth and death and ritual and mourning in relation to the Red Sox. I do not need to be buried in a Sox casket or have my remains displayed in a Red Sox urn. [Thanks, Soxaholix!]

it's a new dawn, it's a new day

This AP story is indicative of the new era:

Perched high above his raucous teammates, David Ortiz sprayed bottles of bubbly in every direction, dousing everyone in sight, including himself.

Then it was time to deliver a message.

"When you wear Red Sox on your shirt," he hollered from atop a clubhouse table, "you're good at something."

2004 exorcised the demons; 2007 is the resurrection. My love of Big Papi is eternal.

just another magic monday?

Is it a bad omen that the first thing I saw when I turned on the TV this morning was the ball going through Bill Buckner's legs? All I wanted to do was watch In the Papers on NY1.

so, have i picked a candidate now?

Barack Obama, in New Hampshire for the debate, apologizes for interrupting the Sox/Yanks contest last night. This could be a man after New England's heart. Didn't prevent us from getting our asses beat. I can say this--I don't hate Derek Jeter. I have a begrudging respect for the man. Plus, he doesn't talk shit; he just goes out there and does his job. Alex Rodriguez, on the other hand, has a special place in baseball hell reserved for him. He's a pouty primadonna. I think I may only be disgusted by Barry Bonds more at this point. So losing on an A-Rod home run pisses me off to no end.

In happier baseball news, I'm loving that Shane Victorino's walk-off homer in the bottom of the ninth won the game for the Phils yesterday. Especially since it was Shane Victorino Hula Skirt Figurine Day.

get out the brooms, it's a sweep!

Four homers in a row. That was an amazing feat to witness.

my new favorite musical

While trolling Google Images for a few last-minute additions to my presentation, I came across this gem of a musical that's playing in New York next month. Ladies and gentlemen, Massholia! I am there with freakin' bells on, dood! It's gonna be wicked pissa.

Speaking of Massholia, Mike and I are headed up there in just a few short hours for my conference.

today is a good day

Pats win, 24's back on and I start teaching my dream class. This week is starting out in a sweet way.

(On the 24 tangent: What's up with Kumar the terrorist and his unaware buddy, Jack's "son" from Will & Grace? I'm loving this all-star cast. Yay for the return of Jack Bauer!)