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Know what I love about Jon Lester? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Not saying he's useless, either, just saying I don't especially love him, that's all, in case that Injury Bug is around here listening. No siree, nothing special at all about Jon Lester. Nothing to write home about, or praise for his surprising batting skills, or anything like that.
See, whenever I pick a new favorite to love as my personal binkies keep getting sidelined, that seems to be the next guy to go down. No Josh? I set about enjoying the development of Clay Buchholz. And look how that turned out.
Also, Pedroia. Words do not describe my chest-bursting love for Dustin Pedroia, even now that he's sitting in the dugout fuming, in a way I believe he will be until the moment they let him back out on the field. Still, you're telling me I have to endure both July AND part of August without any further laser shows, without fawning commentary from Jerry Remy after the Elf stabs another liner dead in shallow right center, without witty postgame quips that make headlines the next day?
That's it. No more binkies, no more favorites, until further notice. After we all thought V-Mart came out of yesterday's game because of a foul ball off his foot, and it turned out he actually has a broken thumb on his catching hand (heh. Surprise!), I shudder to think of what could be next. If this keeps up, by this time next week I won't admit I've ever heard of most of the pitching staff.