Showing posts with label Terry Francona. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Terry Francona. Show all posts

Monday, May 3, 2010

Tito, It's Time to Let Dice-K Pitch Like a Man

Teddy,
WTF is this bull about tension in the Sox dugout? -Freddo in Fall Rivha

Frank Listen,
When I played there weren't any goddamned rifts because none of us talked amongst ourselves. Sure I grew to love Bobby, Dom and Johnny, but when it came to playing baseball, it's like going to work. Bring your lunchpail, and play ball. If a player has a greenlight to go when he wants to go, other players don't need to question that, unless they want this crap playing out in the media.

Which it is.

They are off to a slow start, they are playing like crap. They have the pieces to be a very good team. Especially if any of there so called aces decide to show some balls and get through more than the 5th inning. 100 pitches my ass. Boo Ferris never said "my arm hurts, take me out, I need a pitch count and I need to change my maxi pad after five innings." The GD manager won't LET Matsuzaka throw as many pithes as he wants, so it's hard to blame the pitchers only. That kid has a rubber GD arm and should be getting warmed up at 100 pitches. I'm sick of these "million dollar" arms being treated like a bunch of weak armed pussies.

Let them throw Tito.-'sicle

-what pussies do when they're mad
-what men do when they're mad

Saturday, April 24, 2010

How to Coach IT, it ain't easy to teach that


Ted,
When the Sox fire 'Coma, would Alcor ever consider letting your head sit in the dug-out? I think you'd make a great managha!

Also, are the Bruins going to get out of the 1st round?
-Wilma in Weymouth

Listen,
I was the greatest hitter who ever lived. It ain't easy to teach that. I tried. I was a manager for a while, but decided that fish could learn more than ballplayers. Most of them either have "it" or they don't. Tito was an average ballplayer, so he knows how to help average ballplayers. Whereas I was a freak of nature. The freaks of nature don't need help - you just turn them loose on the field and get the hell out of their way.

Since I have a new understanding of all things frozen...I think the Bruins get to at least the conference finals, and don't be surprised if they bring a cup home this year. You heard it here first...from a big, cold headsicle in a giant tin can.

XOXOXOX
'sicle