Red Sox uniform numbers
Here is a very handy reference to all the Red Sox uniform numbers since the 30′s.
(via Steve Buckley)
Here is a very handy reference to all the Red Sox uniform numbers since the 30′s.
(via Steve Buckley)
Ahh, the first drunk Yankees fan of the year to get thrown out of Fenway.
Departing, I might add, with the level of dignity and class one associates with the Bronx.

Newly acquired Red Sox reliever Todd Jones rips the Boston media in his Sporting News column.
To be honest, the media here is brutal. They are the most negative spin doctors I’ve run into. They make big deals out of nothing. One reporter goes in for an interview, and the next thing you know there are 35 around your locker asking the dumbest questions, such as, “Did you mean to give up that homer?” or “After this loss, is your team finished?”
Dan and I went to the game last night and watched the Sox destroy the Tigers without even breaking a sweat.
Of my fifteen games this year, this one had the lowest jacked-n-pumped quotient. Monday night. Threat of rain. Tigers. Burkett.
Can I tell you how much I love Kevin Millar?
Back in front of his own locker, Millar leveled a blast at Roger Clemens, who on Saturday hit him in the left hand with a 95-mile-per-hour fastball, then chided Millar afterward for failing to get out of the way of the pitch.
”This has turned into a big old stupid thing,” Millar said, ”and it started with his stupid comment that I should have got out of the way of his 95-mile-an-hour fastball. The classy thing would have been to call the clubhouse and see if I was OK.