Red Sox reactions, inner monologues and the fastest speedballs

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It’s all wrong for the Boston Red Sox

The Boston Red Sox 2022 reminds me of the 2012 Boston Red Sox.

If you’re unfamiliar, that’s too bad.

The 2012 Sox went 69-93 to finish last in the Eastern Conference, for the first time at the bottom of the division since 1992, and their first 90+ losing season since 1966. Currently, the Red Sox are 9-14, just half a game ahead of bottom line Baltimore. Orioles, who mopped the floor with them over the weekend.

There are two main reasons why I do deja vu all month long. The first is Jerry Remy, and the second is energy or lack thereof.

In 2012, Fenway Park celebrated its centenary and mourns the death of franchise legend Johnny Pesci, who passed away in August. Nicknamed “Mr. Red Sox,” he spent 61 of his 73 years in baseball with the organization, first as a player, then as manager, color commentator and coach, and finally as special coach and assistant coach for General Motors, two positions he held from 1985 until his death.

Ten years later, the Red Sox mourned the loss of Jerry Remy. Like Pesky, he was a beloved former player turned commentator of color. It manages to make even the worst games palatable; Ironically, we can really use his cheerful voice in the way the team is playing right now.

Then there’s the vibe, and I know that makes me sound like a hippie, but hear me out. Atmosphere is off. The team looks defeated, lifeless and frustrated. They might score a game or two early in the game, as we saw over the weekend in Baltimore, but then stop. Xander Bogarts led the Major League in bats and hits average for the month of April, and they have absolutely nothing to show for it.

There are also ways in which teams differ. Alex Cora is nothing like Bobby Valentine, and I thank the baseball gods (or whomever you pray for) for that.

But the most obvious difference is that the 2022 team is coming off the unexpectedly great 2021 campaign that led them all the way to Game 6 of the ALCS, and they still have nearly everyone who got them there. Additionally, while the 2012 team had very few upgrades and Jonathan Babelbone lost to the Philadelphia Phillies, the current front office was pretty crowded. They sign Trevor Story, Jake Diekman, Michael Wacha (whom they beat at the 2013 World Championships), and Rich Hill of Boston, among others. All to say, the 2022 team shouldn’t be the same as the 2012 team, and yet the comparison popped into my head too many times to count.

Of course, it’s only May, so there is still plenty of time for them to change the situation and get as far away from 2012 as possible.

On the other hand, if they don’t, and this year they go the 2012 road, history dictates that they win again in 2023.

– Gabriel Starr

Baseball, but for your ears

The inner monologue of tiger hunter Eric Haas, a man on the verge of collapse

Eric Haas: Well, one of two … ahead of one … we’ve been here before, and we’ll be here again. We are the Detroit Tigers. Bulls will always put men at the base. I will always be sitting in Minnesota in April. … I deserve a raise. Yes, we play a kids game, but most of these kids live in California. Nobody grows up dreaming of playing downtown. Siri, add a reminder to request an undisclosed 10 percent mid-season boost.

Well, come on, Gregory, rock and fire. Hey, Gregory Soto vs Miguel Sano. This is kind of interesting. Soto, stadium for Sano. Sano, Soto. Soto, Sano – Hey, drive line to the right! We did it! Come on, Robbie, let’s go! I don’t even have to watch the end of this, I can – oh, my God, no. Oh, my God, no. Well, what happens now? dribbling. dribbling. The ball is rolling. Sano how can you do this to Soto?! Ah, wow, they’re holding him in third place. Play is over. Siri, remind me to breathe – Jonathan Scoop, no! Its severity is in the ground, so why did you do that?!

Well, go get it. Put the canister. Just go and help people. Your mom always told you that you were born to be a helper. Look for helpers. Be a nice boy, help your friends. Stop rolling. Stop spinning. Everything hovers. And… diving, I stopped him. And now it’s over.

No, no, Eric, the runners! Eric, runners! They’re buzzing, Eric! Do it. Do it now. Do something worth the extra. Everyone is watching. Everyone is watching the April game in Minnesota. Pooh doh dum Pooh doh dum SportsCenter will call you Champion Diving. Gregory will come back with a vengeance. Because you are a pigeon. Remember what they taught you in Little League: Sergio will give you a pack of smokes for half the store price. Go get the trained menthol.

And, well, what, you’re running. Didn’t you tell your feet to do that? Did you create a center of gravity first? Head down, are you running? Everything is a question now? Eric, with all due respect, you look like an idiot. Shut up, Grandma Hass. Not here, not now. I’ve been here before. Stay calm, keep running. No. Hack Ball. Just stop it completely. Toss it straight to Halifax. GET THIS RAISE.

Who is this? Why is my chaos agent so noisy? Why does he look like Tom Kelly?! Eric, set it up. shut it up Do not throw the ball – and the ball is in the left field. rolling. rolling. It rolls. look stupid. Grandma, you are right. Maybe they won’t run? Strange things happened. Like all the things that just happened. no. They ran. Game. Game. Game. Game. Nobody was watching. Nobody will see this. It’s AL Central. Just walk away. Don’t let them see you. Whatever you do, get away from the camera. Don’t walk around in the middle of a twins celebration – F*CK.

Good job, boy. Thanks Tom Kelly. Fine. 5% increase.

– Adam Weinrb

This week, in the fast balls that contract the sphincter

A standard baseball camera angle, right behind the stack, has a way of distorting perception. Sixty feet, six, condensed to a few inches on your screen. The difference between 88- and 94 mph fastball is milliseconds and sometimes the only way to tell the difference is with a handy pitch overlaying with your friends on the broadcast team he gave you.

But whatever screen size you’re watching this 103-mph fastball from Ryan Helsley, you can feel it.

You can feel it in the light breeze that stirs your surprise, and the way the referee subtly moves his back, as if to avoid impending danger, as the ball arrives. You can feel him in Ketel Marte avoiding eye contact with Helsley after his sure breeze, choosing to focus on a distant point in the skyline of St. You can feel it in the way your whole body tightens and your teeth gently digging into your lower lip like the video loops – wind, fireball, fan, existential crisis; wind, fireball, fan, existential crisis; Wind, fireball, fan, existential crisis.

Helseli’s burn was not even Fastest show of the week

– Ian Levy



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