I was at Game 3 last night, and let me tell you, it was awesome. That's the reason there isn't a Beachwood column today- we'll be running it tomorrow- so I'll save up most my observations till then.
Most underrated moment of the night: the guy behind Phil lecturing his son on why Brian Anderson sucks:
"This guy is a terrible baseball player...he looks lost at the plate...why do they keep trotting him out there?"
Next pitch, home run. Love when that happens.
There were some good signs at the game too (though nothing as awesome as the MARIOTTI LOVES COCK sign me and Mike saw at a game earlier this year), but I was really hoping a Sox fan would quote
Shaq and pull out this one:
"Hey Cubs fans, tell me how my ass tastes."
party at rickhouse's house!
Oh man, Mom is not happy.
I have never heard a human more enamored with a bunted foul ball than that ass clown sitting behind me was when AJ tried to put lay one down on a sleeping Aramis. The guy was still estatic when the Sox came up to bat in the bottom of the next inning. He was so mad at his kid when his five-year-old didn't understand that Lou wasn't allowed back into the dugout once he got tossed. Other than that dickwad it was a good game. Oh that and the guys high-fiving after henry blanco fouled a ball off down the third-base line with authority.