Tag: Boston Red Sox

Eat My Sports: Call it in the air

A bird pooped on my car this week. My week is usually filled with strange things happening, however this week started with a bird letting one fly on my window. So, needless to say, I’m feeling lucky. Despite the fact that I have absolutely NO Italian heritage, I learned this week that it is a sign of good luck, this is according to Italians, for those finding it hard to keep up.

I am going to have to give due credit here, I had no idea that flying excrement was a sign of good luck until I was finishing up reading Bill Simmons’ Now I Can Die In Peace. Ironically enough, both of us were thinking of the Sox at the time of impact by flying bird poo, weird. Continue reading Eat My Sports: Call it in the air

Eat My Sports: Universal order

In my 25 plus years of existence on this planet I have gotten to see my favorite sports team twice. I have been lucky enough to say that. Never in their home town of Boston, but in two different cities with big enough fan bases to create a home field advantage.

According to Hank Steinbrenner though, there is no such thing as the Red Sox Nation. So therefore, when I saw the Sox play in Atlanta and in Baltimore, I did not witness away stadiums turn into a see of red jeering the home team. You’re right Steinbrenner, I guess what I saw was made up by ESPN. The July 4th outing in 2004 at Turner Field was nothing more than a facade, the overwhelming amount of Nomar (pronounced no-mah) Garciaparra jerseys were a mere mirage. Granted, Derek Lowe made the Sox look like nothing more than AA ballclub that night, but you get the point. Continue reading Eat My Sports: Universal order

Eat My Sports: Serious allegiance

In an effort to try and keep the sporting world active in my life, I actually paid attention to this weekend’s festivities in New Orleans for the NBA’s All-Star Game. I saw Dwight Howard visibly put basketball back on the map with one dunk. I watched as Lebron James continued his ascent into being not only the next, but better than Michael Jordan. I watched all of this and suddenly got very, very depressed. Where were my New York Knicks?

Aside from Nate Robinson winning the Slam Dunk Competition a few years back, I am in a free fall as a fan. I have nothing to look forward to. The NBA season starts, I have no hope, we get Larry Brown, and I have no hope because Isaiah Thomas has ruined my beloved franchise beyond a decade-long repair. Continue reading Eat My Sports: Serious allegiance