Sunday, September 30, 2001
Will Brady's Bunch show some punch?
Or will Pats mail it in like the Kerrigan clan? News flash: Sox lose to Detroit again,
having pre-game meeting today. Look out Tigers.
Saturday, September 29, 2001
Just playing out the string. And stringing us along.
Sox finally fall to .500 on the season. But spring training, new faces, fresh start
is only five months away.
Friday, September 28, 2001
Was that Jimy talking? Something's rotten in Denmark... and at Fenway. Not-such-an-Iron-Manny misses Cal's last stand and the final home game. That's the thanks we get for showing up in record numbers. Nice farewell.
Dan's Marionette PinocciJoe said: "...these fans are really proud of their team." Huh?
Thursday, September 27, 2001
Talk about your Day of Atonement. The clan perched up on Yawkey Way
needs at least a High Holy Month to reflect on their sins.
I Trust they won't be back at Fenway after tonight.
Wednesday, September 26, 2001
Wait 'till next year's litter.
It's official (but well known since The Texas Mess on August 25th).
For the 83rd straight year (and those aren't dog years mind you),
they've been barking up the wrong tree.
Tuesday, September 25, 2001
Kerrigan blames 'eavesdropping' (Edesdropping?) media for Sox woes.
Promises to keep all of us less informed next year. Thankfully we can get all the news we need from redsox.com... no thanks.
You go Gordon.
Monday, September 24, 2001
Sunday Bloody Sunday.
You too Drew? O'Leary and Bledsoe drew blood, sweat. Tears for the rest of us.
Do we now look to the hapless Bruins or Celtics to get us to Spring Training?
Or only focus on the real heroes heading to war?
Sunday, September 23, 2001
'The Truth' was stranger than fiction.
But it's the end of the line for Everett. The chapter on Carl is closed.
And even though the Sox have $16 million reasons to keep him around next year,
they must find him a new place to dwell. We won't be fooled,
and Carl can't come home, again.
Saturday, September 22, 2001
I read the news today.
What Carl said about Joe... just say it ain't so.
And Martinez was mad and had to go. Manny is sad... wants to bail out as well.
The train wreck of a season continues, and we're stuck in Dysfunction Junction for 2002
if John-Gone doesn't sell.
Friday, September 21, 2001
Pick of the Litter?
Cal rips one out. But is he Mo Vaughn or Sam Horn? Carl on the way out. Kick him to the curb if you have to.
Thursday, September 20, 2001
El Guapo Flips, Flops. Reality Bites.
Time to put Dogs to sleep until next year. And here's hoping Carl's time is up.
The real Truth: Oakland 30 games over .500, Sox are only three over... and out.
Wednesday, September 19, 2001
Baseball is back,
as we must go forth.
Dirt Dogs roll up sleeves, socks. Show true colors: red, white, and blue. John-Gone Harrington stops being yellow
and makes an appearance. Will he speak soon?
Tuesday, September 18, 2001
But hate Carl "The Truth Hurts" Everett. And where-oh-where is John-Gone Harrington? Where-oh-where can he be?
Monday, September 17, 2001
Shut Carl Up, Down.
And ship him out of town with Duquette. No excuse acceptable for the latest Mt. Everett eruption.
Thursday, September 13th - Sunday, September 16, 2001
Our National Symbol
Fly your flag high until justice has been served. We will resume baseball-related activity on Monday.
Tuesday, September 11 - Wednesday, September 12, 2001
Moment of silence.
Please conduct a personal moment of silence for the innocent victims lost in this tragedy.
Monday, September 10, 2001
"Slip sliding away,
slip sliding away, you know the nearer your destination, the more you slip sliding away... we're workin' our jobs, collect our pay. Believe we're gliding down the highway, when in fact we're slip sliding away"
— 2001 Boston Red Sox
Sunday, September 9, 2001
Like the old 'new economy', Dogs may not have hit rock bottom yet. Let's just call it Fall Spring Training for 2002.
And let's Go Pats.
We need something to cheer about today.
Saturday, September 8, 2001
"Shut it Down"
...is the new battle-cry for September after Bronx tale turns into same old story at the plate.
The Mound Dog is sick. The Old Dog retires. The Dirt Dogs are mad.
Friday, September 7, 2001
Indians collar Dogs again.
a.k.a., football season, is here.
Stifled by another old southpaw, late rally falls short.
Short-sighted Duquette, still hanging on by a thread.
Thursday September 06, 2001
Trot comes through. Bad stretch over. Are Dogs finished? Is Duke done?
Sleeping bats finally wake up. Nation no longer taxed by losing streak. Signs, signs, everywhere signs...
but does Duke get the message? Harrington remains hidden.
Wednesday, September 05, 2001
Number Nine, Number Nine, Number Nine...
and counting. And The Nation is also counting on a Duke resignation by the end of the week. Give it up Dan, the double-talk days are over. Time to move on. Mike Port, your ship has come in.
John Harrington: sell, sell, sell.
Tuesday September 04, 2001
Duke chases his own tail.
But can't cover it any longer. Dogs need a new owner and a fresh start in April.
Let's pick up after this pack... then put them to sleep.
Monday, September 03, 2001
Driving us to drink after sobering weekend.
Duke, the straw that stirs this sour cocktail, has no one left to blame.
John Harrington, last seen at the BC 40-yard-line, remains on the sideline.
Last call John. Game's over. Sell the team. Go home.
Sunday September 02, 2001
"...we'll see if there's any fight left in the Dirt Dogs,
and if the Dirt Dogs are left in the fight."
Well Bob Lobel, the answer my friend isn't blowin' in the wind anymore.
Put away the 'Panic Button', bring out the zipper...
and close up the body bag.
Saturday September 01, 2001
Say it ain't so Joe!
Fenway Frank was not done, still had plenty of mustard on the ball.
But Dogs cooked in 8th as Yanks catch-up.
Stick a fork in 'em, they're done now.