Wednesday, July 4, 2007

Little Heckler Had to Learn it from someone...



Great win last night at Fenway, as Dice-K commanded the Sox to a 4-1 win over Tampa Bay. It became the big pitching matchup that was not, as Kazmir got shelled in the 2nd inning, giving up 3 straight walks, and 3 runs. Big news of the night: Julio Lugo breaking out of his unbelievable drought, getting 2 hits. Yipee! He is now cruising at an unbelievable .194 batting average. Also in the headlines, Big Papi finally admits that his quads continue to bother him, which is definitely the major contributor to his lack of power and performance. Never mind, all you conspiracy theorists out there...





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A LITTLE TIDBIT FROM FENWAY PARK

If I've learned anything from having a few young kids, it's that they notice and will emulate EVERYTHING that my husband or I will do. I am reminded constantly, by their actions, that I have to be very careful of what I say or do, because ultimately, they will imitate us. Not just the good, but also the bad, ugly, and embarrasing. There was a parent sitting near us at Sunday's game at Fenway who obviously does not get this simple principal. Either that, or he doesn't care that he has a very obnoxious 5 year old son. It was a glaring reminder that apples really do not fall far from their trees.

Sunday, the Sox were playing the Texas Rangers. Honestly, the game was pretty quiet, sitting there in section 8, not a lot of dramatics. Then Sammy Sosa came up to bat.

Sitting behind us, was what we thought to be a sweet looking 5 year old boy. Blond hair, blue eyes, great smile. Mostly sat there, eating snacks with his mom, dad and little sister. Until Sosa's turn. Then someone evil came out. All you could hear, in a perfect Boston accent was:

"HEY SAMMY! CAN YOU HEAR ME SAMMY? YOU GONNA STRIKE OUT SAMMY, YOU BIG CHEATAH!"

We all turned around, then looked at one another. Did that cute little kid say that?

"HEY SOSA! SAMMY SOSA! GO SIT DOWN, YOU BUM!"

Wow. No one even prompted the kid, he just got up and started yelling, all on his own. Not a single reaction came from his parents.

This continued periodically, until about the 8th inning. By then, I think his dad became quite frustrated at our beloved Red Sox, and their lack of production at the plate. Because now, everyone in section 8 found out that not only could little angel boy talk it up, but that his dad had quite a set of pipes of his own:

"HEY, J.D. DREW!! TROT WANTS HIS NUMBER 7 BACK, YOU BUM"

"MANNY! HEY MANNY! WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO EARN THAT FAT PAYCHECK OF YOURS, YOU BIG LOOSSAAAHHH!"

"LUGO! HEY LUGO! YOU !%#!%@! STINK!!!!!"

Ahhhh..... just another family day at Fenway Park.

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