“People ask me what I do in the winter when there’s no baseball. I’ll tell you what I do: I stare out the window and wait for spring.”
— Rogers Hornsby
Here’s hoping the Cardinals stave off winter one game at a time until at least Sunday.
Luke, hanger-on: Only 129 days until pitchers and catchers report.
Levi: I was counting on someone knowing the number. I was consoling myeslf that it’s about four months.
Don’t worry, Levi; my co-worker Joe and I spent our lunch break on Tuesday coming up with horrible “curse” scenarios that would cause the Red Sox to lose in spectacular fashion. Among them: Curt Schilling has a perfect game going, until his legs fall off. Also, Tim Wakefield gets hit by a truck.
Jason: Other curse scenarios:
Johnny Damon gets lost during a tour of the Anheuser-Busch brewery.
David Ortiz loses his shirt at one of the local riverboat casinos, so he has to serve as a greeter for the rest of the series until his debt is paid off.
Bill Mueller gets married to Bill Buckner’s daughter, and decides to take her last name.
Manny Ramirez gets stuck atop the Gateway Arch.
Terry Francona turns into Terry Francenstein.
sandor: Of the three post-game Red Sox interviews I’ve seen in this series, all three players spent their first moments behind the mic profusely crediting God for all of their good fortune.
So it wouldn’t seem totally unreasonable to me, if in fact God is responsible for the Sox players’ success, for Him to suddenly… change his mind. Who better to put on a curse than the cursemeister Himself?
Levi: Or, if Satan is responsible for their good fortune, I could see him getting really pissed and pulling the plug.
We’ll know that tonight when Jason Marquis, with a freshly-grown goatee, hits three home runs and throws a two-hit shutout.