Listened the Sox on the radio Saturday en route to seeing "Hair" up at UConn, which was overrun with the madness of Spring Weekend. Somewhere in that orgy of home runs, hippies and hedonsim all things merged into one, and a 16-11 Red Sox win ran through it.
Unreal.
Good Morning Starshine.
Let the Sunshine In.
Burn it, Berger, burn it. Burn that Yankees bullpen. The Connecticut Repertory cast wasn't the only thing standing naked in public Saturday.
And that's the lesson of the day. At this juncture, the Sox have one arm fully up on the Yankees based on relief pitching, a disparity that, for the moment, increased with Brian Bruney going on the DL. The X-factor for the Sox is definitely this Ramon Ramirez.
That and Mike Lowell's pride. Joe Girardi: His moves don't seem to pan out too often, do they? When does his honeymoon end? The post-Torre Age of Aquarius in Bomber Town has yet to dawn.
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