Yesterday was gorgeous, even my cantankerous ass must admit. It was the first day it stayed light outside until seven o'clock, which is the real first day of spring in my mind. It was a nice little novelty, that almost--almost--makes the fact that it's felt like 5 am when I've gotten up this week worth it.
In another rite of spring, the Sox put in a beautiful performance in Baltimore yesterday afternoon. Curt Schilling was absolutely dominant. He and Foulke, who put in an incredible 9-pitch ninth inning, were, as the radio announcers put it, "as advertised."
Have I mentioned I want to have Schilling's babies?
I love Pedro as much as the next person, but he doesn't quite make me salivate the way Schilling does. It's not necessarily that Schill's better--he's just more of a showman. Where Pedro relies on finesse, Schilling strikes batters out swinging, in a way that says, take that, you bastards.
Can you imagine the first time Schilling strikes out A-Rod? Ooh, it gives me the shivers.
Yesterday also marked the first homer of the 2004 season, and, concomitantly, the first "There's a DEEP DRIVE to left field...WAY BACK!! WAY BACK!!!" It also saw the first Johnny Damon collision, which appears to be an alarming tradition. Luckily, Kevin Millar escaped with only a scraped nose after Captain Caveman elbowed him right in the face.
Things we have yet to see include: Manny's inaugural brain fart of the season; Nomar's first hustle for a triple; B.K. Kim's traditional one-fingered salute to fans; David Ortiz' first walk-off homer; Joe Torre's first on-camera nose pick; the Patriots walking out from under the flag at Fenway (you know it's going to happen); D.Lowe's first nasty sinker, as well as his first "suck it" gesture towards the opposing dugout; Tim Wakefield's first flutterby knuckleball confusing the shit out of a Yankee; the first playing of "Love that Dirty Water" over the Fenway sound system...
I can't wait for any of it. I can't wait.