I know I haven’t been blogging much. Call it a mix of the good weather, The Boss, playoff sports and an 11-game wining streak. Either way, I’m sorry. Once we’re all formatted and get the kinks out of the new site I will start marketing it and be forced to post, so you can look forward to that.
Until then you can enjoy this gem I was sent today: www.textsfromlastnight.com. Instant classic.
Speaking of instant classics, how about the Sox game on Friday. Want to talk about a game that had everything, THAT was it. I know its early but if the staff can get/stay healthy I don’t think this team needs a 40-homer guy to win the division.
Speaking of us winning the division, the fate of this team could very well lie on the shoulders of Jacoby Ellsbury. As impressive as it was that he stole home (something I did in Fall Ball when i was 18…NBD), I love how he is setting up scoring opportunities. A slap hit to the left side, stealing 2nd, and then scoring on hits that nobody else could score on (or going 180 feet on a past ball) is the type of sequence we need to make up for the loss of Manny Ramirez and David Ortiz.
Speaking of our departed sluggers, can somebody please tell Jeremy Giambi that April fools is supposed to only be a 1 day thing? Seriously Jeremy, return the Big Papi costume to iParty and release him from your basement…its not funny anymore.
Speaking of things no longer being funny, Dane Cook is touring again!
Speaking of tours, I need to give a quick review of my 2-night-stand last Tuesday and Wednesday with Bruce Springsteen and the heart-stopping, pants-dropping, house-rocking, earth-quaking, booty-shaking, Viagra-taking, love-making, LEGENDARY, E Street Band. I have been to some very very solid Bruce shows in the past, including the incredible 2nd night show at Fenway a few years back, as well as a dream setlist from Foxboro last summer. But this combo of concerts has to take the cake, albeit with the unfair advantage of being a 7-hour show.
Between the two nights he mixed tour staples Badlands, Out in the Street, and Born to Run, along with hits from The Rising and Working on a Dream albums, with classics such as Adam Raised a Cain, I’m Goin Down, and Growing Up (Night #1) and Spirit in the Night, For You, and Jungleland (Night #2). Add that to the incredible performances that came out of the “stump the band” segment (I’m Bad I’m Nationwide and I Wanna Be Sedated) along with encore songs Thunder Road, Tenth Avenue Freezeout, and Rosalita, and you have an insane 27 and a half hour high.
Althought Night #1 started out much better, Night #2 gets the SFP gold medal for a few reasons. The energy really picked up when the E-Streeters destroyed the Ramones hit, and continued all the way through the end of the set. The encore was raised to another level when Bruce invited Dropkick Murphy guitarist Tim Brennan on stage to propose to his girlfriend, join Bruce on “their wedding song” So Young and In Love, and then bring the rest of Dropkick up to accompany on American Land. It was the 4th time I had heard that song live, but the Boston band definitely brought the song to a whole new level. Glory Days ended it, or so we thought, until the band came back to thank a wild Garden crowd with an ANOTHER extra encore song 7 Nights to Rock. All-in-all it was well worth the inconvenience charges and the $8 beers to see one of the great rock’n'roll acts going today.
Speaking of $8 beers, I was also donating money to the TD Banknorth Garden for Game 1 of the Celtics-Bulls series, the first of 3 classics we witnessed in Games 1-4. We came a Pierce free throw away from winning it, but obviously the big story was Derrick Rose playing out of his mind.
And speaking of playing out of your mind:
Rajon
Rondo.
Props to the Baby Bulls, they certainly are playing with grit, but no matter how many insane NBA Jam shots Ben Gordon hits this series is over. The Celts will prevail despite the Bulls flopping like soccer players and the worst officiating I have ever seen in my life. I left for work this morning as Sportscenter was showing Brad Miller whine like a bitch about getting fouled hard by a guy who he has 11″ and 100 lbs on.
And I knew it would be a good day.
We have both L O S T and The Duel 2 tonight, so that means tomorrow will be the premiere of SFP’s TV Corner, where Bardo and I break down the two polar opposite yet equally addictive shows.
Until then, accept my apology for being more absent than the real Big Papi, and keep reading for goodness sake.









