The Red Sox have thankfully not replayed 1978 and have won their first AL East title in a good long time. This wonderful news, as my other teams have had nice but ultimately unfulfilled championship runs (first the Suns get fucked by Tim Donaghy, then the Mighty Timbers get fucked by a quartet of Smurfs).
The Sox have a great team and some young talent that have Sox Nation excited about the future, not the least of which is Clay Buckholdz, who pitched a no hitter in his SECOND START EVER. fuckin’ rad.
to bring this all around to the whole ‘food’ part of this here ‘foodblog’, i give you: Cooking with Big Papi
“If it ain’t got no Flava, don’t come into my kitchen!!” –Big Papi
for the good of the 2008 postseason, please Papi, don’t mix the uncooked veg and uncooked meat together. do it for little timmy and Red Sox Nation!!!
The first time I ever ate sushi was at the San Diego Padres baseball park. I don’t remember much of anything about the game, just the sheer size of the park to my wee 6 year old eyes, the navy seamen in full dress riding up and down the escalators at attention just like my litle penguin slide game, and eating a something very, very odd but strangely delicious. I was always a very picky eater, but I like my first sushi.
Fast forward 20 odd years and i’ve recently resumed my baseball attending ways. The last few games I’ve attended I didn’t even eat anything, but when a crusty old red sox fan bothers to write up his thoughts about Safeco Field’s food selections as opposed to Fenway’s, it gets dropped here.
hat tip to my boy Gary Grass, who added “I almost expect him to say ‘they do wild stuff to their fish out there – like cook it on a grill!'”