Red Sox Chick/Toeing the Rubber

Because you always need a backup plan

It's a thin line

At the very least, this man deserves a bit of a rest (and a stiff drink!).  Photo courtesy of Kelly O'Connor/sittingstill.smugmug.com and used with permission.

At the very least, this man deserves a bit of a rest (and a stiff drink!). Photo courtesy of Kelly O'Connor/sittingstill.smugmug.com and used with permission.

May I just tell you how much I hate this weekend?

I don’t hate it solely because the Red Sox won’t be in the post-season.  You win some, you lose some and I can deal with that fine.  And it isn’t that I don’t like the playoffs.  I do.  Even when the Sox aren’t in them they are usually compelling and fun to watch.  Especially this year when there is really only one team I absolutely don’t want to see get past the first round.  It’s nice to have a bunch of teams to watch that you know you’ll enjoy watching.  I’m hoping for a Reds/Twins World Series but, really, as long as it doesn’t involve the Yankees, the World Series won’t be a disappointment for me this year.

The main reason I hate this weekend is because of the loss of every day baseball.  During the season, there is almost no weekday evening where I don’t spend the majority of it watching baseball.  If I’m home, pretty much from 7pm until at least midnight, there is a ballgame on somewhere in my vicinity thanks to the Extra Innings package.    I just love baseball and I want to watch as much as I can.  So marking the end of the regular season always makes me a bit melancholy.

There’s also the off-season to think about, which always gets me a bit emotional.  Players we’ve grown to love (or at least really want around) might not be coming back, so the last weekend of the season turns out to be a longer goodbye for some of us and the players than others.  I wonder if next season we’ll be witness to more dugout tomfoolery with Adrian Beltre and his head or if we’ll get to see Victor Martinez and his son playing on the Fenway grass.  I wonder if we’ll be clapping and singing to “Shipping Up to Boston” in the top of the ninth or if it’ll be “Strange Hold”  (is that even still Bard’s entrance music?).   Come December, I’ll be a lot more eager to find out the answers to these and other questions but right now I’m a little blue thinking about them.

As a gift to we fans who have stood by this team all season long, the baseball gods have given us a final weekend of baseball at home…against the Yankees.  Really, baseball gods?  We haven’t suffered enough?  Oh well.  The bad news is that along with my boys, my last visuals of Fenway this season will include the likes of Slappy, Captain Intangibles and freaking Mark Teixeira.  The good news is that the Red Sox could end up being the reason that the Yankees go into the playoffs on the dreaded (only by them) Wild Card instead of winning the division.  The thought of this gives me joy-filled goosebumps.

I think it’s fitting that the two pitchers I’ll be seeing (if the weather doesn’t mess things up) are Clay Buchholz and John Lackey.  Clay because he’s my guy in that rotation and Lackey because I feel like I’ve been one of his only supporters all season.  I know how he’s pitched and I still think, when that contract is over, we’ll have gotten more good than bad from  him.  So I’m excited for the pitching this weekend and I’m excited to be able to be there to say goodbye to Mike Lowell (although not excited about saying goodbye).  My hope is to shoot video of the tribute to share with folks but I can’t guarantee I’ll be in a good position to do it (nor can I guarantee my hands will be steady enough to shoot it!) but I promise I will at least make the attempt!

How is it possible that I’m dreading AND looking forward to this weekend?

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October 1, 2010 - Posted by | 2010 | , , , , , , , , ,

3 Comments »

  1. I’m so very glad you are going to be there this weekend. I’m not going to get my hopes up about anything and just try to savor these games. It will be sad saying goodbye to Mike Lowell’s playing days; he’s one of my favorites.

    This weekend is the whole package of bittersweet. It’s persimmons and falling leaves but maybe once or twice Pedey will poke his head out of the dugout and Youk, as well, so we’ll know all that baseball goodness is still there, like tulip bulbs or something we’ll see again in the spring.

    This seems like a good time to say thank you for keeping up this blog and for your words of good feeling and good sense. Thank you for sticking up for the women who love baseball and giving us so much of what we want to know about. Thank you for the wonderful pictures you take and those of your friends you share with us. I wish you good fortune and better times in the days to come and will keep you in my thoughts (as well as my feed reader) ’til next time.

    Comment by Anita | October 1, 2010 | Reply

  2. …”How is it possible that I’m dreading AND looking forward to this weekend?”…

    I stared at this comment for a while before posting my comment.

    First, and forgive me, but are you farking kidding me?

    I could easily understand the question if I did not know you, or read your blog. I mean, you’d have to be living on a remote island not to know the answer. And that answer is simple; love.

    Plain and simple, Beazer, it’s love.

    Love of the game, with the crowds and atmosphere of the summer days and nights. Love of the team, complete with veterans and young studs working their butts off for a shot to stick with the club. Love of the plays that seem almost impossible. Love of the unknown and unexpected. Love of the idea that we get too attached to players, often letting hearts lead instead of of our heads… Mike Timlin in the bullpen anyone?

    Geez, it’s love of the family, the friends and even the people you meet at the games. Love of the tired feeling after staying up to watch west coast games. Love of listening to Don and Jerry, and if you’re lucky, catching a game Vin Scully is calling. It’s the love of poking fun at Buck and Morgan, McCarver and the others who can make you laugh while wondering how they got their jobs, never mind keeping them.

    It’s the love of the game chats, complete with people not from our immediate area, but friends across the ocean on the other side of the planet. It’s the love of your mother, who is as big a fan of the game as anyone else we know. It’s the love of looking forward to the gorgeous photos from KellyO. It’s all these things and so much more.

    It’s simple, really. No one want it to end, even if it’s for a few months and the holidays.

    Take heart Beazer… you’re not alone.

    Comment by Tru | October 1, 2010 | Reply

  3. How is it possible that I’m dreading AND looking forward to this weekend?

    Isn’t that pretty much the definition of being a Red Sox fan? 🙂

    Enjoy the games!

    Comment by Kristen | October 2, 2010 | Reply


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