Aww, Smitty, That's Cute

I have refreshing beverage for you:

And in honor of Mr. Sparkle, I hear it's a nice mixer for Santori times.

Ring-a-ding-ding, babe.

Graven Images That Make Baby Jesus Cry

"Man, this guy throws slow, I'm going to tattoo this shit."

"What the hell was THAT thing?"

And then:

Plus

Means:

"Game Over, Man"

My Downstairs Neighbors Think I'm Crazy

Because I was jumping up and down and screaming like an idiot.

Of course, were one to jump up and down and scream like an idiot this would be a pretty good reason:



That, or shooting a 59 at St. Andrews on Tiger-Tiger Woods Y'all, '07. As the official representative, I have to say that RSN is pretty chuffed at this point in the season. No one besides Papi is really hitting yet, Schilling is carrying a set of Dub-Deuces around his midsection still and Dice-K has been good-but-not-great. Yet we're in first place and just swept the MFY's, with Slappy making the final out twice. Of course, my mere posting of this will cause an immediate 10 of 12 losing binge. Good work Pooh.

Learn to love the payroll.

P.S.... PAPELBON!

Red Sox Nation....with extra cheese

This is indescribable.
(via Deadspin)