Ok, I feel kinda bad for them. Last night’s game was positively Buckner-esque.

Shock and awe were the buzzwords at Wrigley Field on Tuesday night after the Cubs fell apart in spectacular fashion in Game 6 of the National League Championship Series. …

Cubs razor blades may be a hot-selling item outside Wrigley if the Cubs blow an opportunity to go to their first World Series since 1945.

Here’s the police report from the melee in the bullpen Saturday.

[A] verbal confrontation ensued between the victim and Jeff Nelson. Officer Pankievich proceeded to that location in an attempt to separate the parties. While enroute, Jeff Nelson was observed pushing/grabbing the victim in the chest area at which time both parties fell to the ground where Jeff Nelson began punching and flaring his legs at the victim. At that point numerous other members of the Yankees bullpen jumped on the victim (some striking the victim and others attempting to break up the melee). The right fielder (Karim Garcia) from the Yankees was then observed jumping the right field wall, into the bullpen and begin striking down at the victim with his left hand.

The New York Times published a brief roundup of the jobs rhetoric of the candidates. To absolutely no one’s surprise, the candidates are spinning the misery for their own benefits.

With the attention has come an escalating battle between the parties to define the terms of the debate and the numbers used in it. To no one’s surprise, that battle includes some hyperbole.

Some say three million jobs lost, some say zero; all I know is that I watch my own jobs database pretty closely, and the jobs fairy hasn’t quite shown up yet.

Thanks to Dan’s MIT-worthy playoff plan and Mike’s Cubs-friendly drafting strategy, I was able to go to the Yankees/Red Sox American League Championship Series game last night. This game was undoubtedly the weirdest night of baseball I have ever seen; the full moon was out, and so were the whackos — on the field and in the bleachers.

In the fourth inning, we saw the most surreal moment in baseball history.

When Roger came inside to Manny — a pitch that looked far worse from the bleachers than it did later on TV — Manny made a move to charge the mound. The benches cleared, and the bleachers erupted into chaos. As this was going on, Don Zimmer, the former Red Sox manager, the man known derisively in these parts as “the Gerbil”, the man run out of town at the end of the seventies, went berserk and charged Pedro Martinez.

We couldn’t tell what was happening, so I called Dave.

Me, shouting into the phone: “What’s going on?!?”
Dave: “Pedro just took out Zimmer!”
Me: “PEDRO TOOK OUT ZIMMER?!?”
The rest of Section 41: “HA HA HA HA HA HA HA”

Shortly thereafter, the powers that be at Fenway shut off beer sales. Probably a smart move.

An absolutely insane evening.

So, this should be an fun weekend, I’m going to the Red Sox/Yankees tomorrow. Pedro? Roger? Tied Series? Yep, should be an interesting afternoon in the bleachers.

So, do I qualify as a long-suffering Red Sox fan:

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I’ve had very little time to surf the web recently, but there’s still some interesting things out there…

Dan sent me this link of outstanding photos from a Red Sox game.

Matt Haughey writes about how he’s making money from his blog using Google AdSense.

How to write a thank-you note.

“We are not naming our child after a witch on Buffy!”

Derek Lowe is my hero. I’m going to go finish this heart attack now….

BRING ON THE YANKEES!

Bringggg. “Hey, it’s Jason. Guess where I am?” Heh.

I very seldom do the victory call. I like to think I’m cool enough to not get excited about little things like a Red Sox playoff game. Turns out, I’m not. Turns out, I’m very happy to embrace my inner ten-year-old.

And I’m perfectly ok with that.

My first playoff ticket

Fun picture of the Hancock Tower on the walk over

Trot Nixon and Johnny Damon

Trot Nixon warming up

Die-hard Sox fan

Very spooky-looking Hancock sign

Johnny Damon and Manny Ramirez

The Citgo sign