Last night, Jon Lester brought a tear to the collective eye of Red Sox nation with a no-hitter, thrown on about 128 pitches, to the Kansas City Royals at Fenway Park. The moment after the game between him and skipper Terry Francona was about as close to man-love as anyone really wants to get. Except maybe Magglio of Apples & Mustaches who lovingly informs us that he believes Boston pitchers are “gay”, Mags, if that’s the case, then Barry Zito is into brown showers. With horses.
Anyway. A couple of other observations.
Commuting to work on the bus (yeah, this one I agree with you on, Magglio) sucks, and so does the train. Today, however, began a new dawn for ol’ Hoffa - commuting to work on a motorcycle. However, I have learned a few things.
- Don’t try to pay with cash at a toll booth. Get a speedpass. If you lose a twenty under someone’s car, you’re kinda screwed.
- Open grid bridges are a bit frightening.
- Do not try to bring lunch in your pocket. Get a backpack.
I’m sure there’ll be others, but for now, that’s all I got. More from the basket later.
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1 opposite_prime // May 20, 2008 at 9:46 am
Not to mention that Lester’s first start back in baseball after beating cancer was May 2, 2007 for the Pawtucket Red Sox (AAA). That’s a hell of a long way to come for any pitcher.
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