How much am I loving Joe Crede? A lot. And I never thought I'd say that, but my heart warmed a bit more to him when I saw him scamper to third. For a large man, that's impressive. And then beating the throw to first base while still managing to untuck his shirt which was obviously too large? Spectacular. The White Sox may not have wanted you, Joe, but they were punished by the baseball gods last night when they got SLAPPED by the Blue Jays. Ha!
A few years ago I heard a baseball commentator say that we call Justin Morneau Paul Bunyan. And I thought, no we don't! After last night's jack, I think we should reconsider. Justin Morneau = Paul Bunyan? Get the man some flannel!
Last night, I became acutely aware of what a great closer we have in Joe Nathan. Not necessarily at the game, since it wasn't a save situation, (although he was awesome) but later, when I was at the gym at midnight on a Friday. (It makes me cool.) While watching ESPN, I saw Jonathan Papelbon pump his fist like he was rocking out to a Queen song. Now, I'm all for beating the Yankees, but do you have to parade around like you are all that is man and rub in the face of the guy you just struck out? That's Yankees behavior, Jonathan, and you should be ashamed. Thank you Joe Nathan, for your quiet dignity. You make me proud.
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