Cavs blog by Bob Finnan
The Cavs had a first on Wednesday, winning a game with LeBron James on the bench. Sure, the Bobcats are not a playoff squad. But winning in Charlotte is not easy for anyone. The Cavs just seem to struggle in North Carolina.
The Cavs have now won 12 of the 15 all-time meetings against the Bobcats. They've also won three of four this year against them. But it's never easy, especially when James is on the bench.
They were 0-7 this year when he was unable to finish a game this year. Guard Devin Brown played very well, even though his shooting numbers (4 of 14) were off. It was one of Wally Szczerbiak's best games. He had just 11 points, but nine of them came in the fourth quarter.
Imagine if Wally suddenly starts making shots. Imagine what kind of boost that would be to the Cavs' offense. He's been getting wide-open looks. But he hasn't been able to knock them down on a regular basis. Even after Wednesday's 5-for-8 performance, he's still shooting just 34.8 percent from the field.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Monday, March 31, 2008
All is right with the world
From News-Herald Staff Writer David S. Glasier:
As I write, it’s 2:45 on Monday afternoon, and the sun is out in downtown
Cleveland.
Normally, nothing about that statement would be noteworthy.
But on this particular Monday, the Indians are playing their home opener and
season opener at Progressive Field.
The first pitch, thrown by big left-hander C.C. Sabathia, will be made in 20
or so minutes.
Not only is the field bathed in sunlight, but the outside temperature is 64
degrees.
By standards applied to previous home openers on the south shore of Lake
Erie, this is quite pleasant.
Compared to last year’s home opener, stopped in the middle of the fourth
inning by a snow squall, this is tropical.
As is my custom — rain, shine or snow — I got downtown three hours before
the scheduled start of the home opener. That gives me a chance to hit the
streets surrounding the ballpark, take a long walk, get a bite to eat and
gauge the mood of the fans.
In 2008, the early arrival also is expedient. If you haven’t been downtown
in a while, traffic flow on East Ninth Street near the ballpark is a mess
thanks to the continuing Euclid Corridor project. At the intersection of
East Ninth Street and Euclid Avenue, there is one lane in each direction.
Many fans are late getting into the ballpark because of the near-gridlock
conditions around the ballpark.
Memo to all Tribe fans planning to attend games this season at Progressive
Field: If you normally get off the freeway at East Ninth, take an alternate
route until you hear otherwise. I’d recommend the Innerbelt to Prospect
Avenue. You’ll hit some traffic on Prospect, but it won’t be as bad as what
you’ll experience on East Ninth.
Now that the traffic report has been delivered, let’s get back to setting
the street scene before Monday’s home opener. The fans I see and speak to
are in upbeat frames of mind because of the unexpectedly nice weather, and
because the Indians are supposed to be one of the best teams in the American
League.
Just outside the ballpark, in Gateway Plaza, hundreds of fans are soaking up
the atmosphere and listening to music played by Cleveland Vibe. I had a
chance to talk briefly with the band’s lead singer, Cathy Murch of Concord
Township, and bass player Mike Gluhanka of Mentor. I head them play songs by
the Four Tops and Grand Funk Railroad. They’re good. Check them out online
at www.clevelandvibe.net.
The restaurants and bars around Progressive Field are jammed, just as they
were during the Tribe’s playoff run last October.
Since I started writing this dispatch, the pre-game pomp and circumstance
has run its course. Sabathia has delivered the season’s first pitch, a
strike, and served up a two-run homer to White Sox designated hitter and
former Tribe favorite Jim Thome in the top.
That’s the bad news.
The good news is, the Tribe just answered with a three-run home run by right
fielder Franklin Gutierrez and a solo shot by center fielder Grady Sizemore.
Tribe leads, 7-2.
Baseball is back.
All is good with the world.
As I write, it’s 2:45 on Monday afternoon, and the sun is out in downtown
Cleveland.
Normally, nothing about that statement would be noteworthy.
But on this particular Monday, the Indians are playing their home opener and
season opener at Progressive Field.
The first pitch, thrown by big left-hander C.C. Sabathia, will be made in 20
or so minutes.
Not only is the field bathed in sunlight, but the outside temperature is 64
degrees.
By standards applied to previous home openers on the south shore of Lake
Erie, this is quite pleasant.
Compared to last year’s home opener, stopped in the middle of the fourth
inning by a snow squall, this is tropical.
As is my custom — rain, shine or snow — I got downtown three hours before
the scheduled start of the home opener. That gives me a chance to hit the
streets surrounding the ballpark, take a long walk, get a bite to eat and
gauge the mood of the fans.
In 2008, the early arrival also is expedient. If you haven’t been downtown
in a while, traffic flow on East Ninth Street near the ballpark is a mess
thanks to the continuing Euclid Corridor project. At the intersection of
East Ninth Street and Euclid Avenue, there is one lane in each direction.
Many fans are late getting into the ballpark because of the near-gridlock
conditions around the ballpark.
Memo to all Tribe fans planning to attend games this season at Progressive
Field: If you normally get off the freeway at East Ninth, take an alternate
route until you hear otherwise. I’d recommend the Innerbelt to Prospect
Avenue. You’ll hit some traffic on Prospect, but it won’t be as bad as what
you’ll experience on East Ninth.
Now that the traffic report has been delivered, let’s get back to setting
the street scene before Monday’s home opener. The fans I see and speak to
are in upbeat frames of mind because of the unexpectedly nice weather, and
because the Indians are supposed to be one of the best teams in the American
League.
Just outside the ballpark, in Gateway Plaza, hundreds of fans are soaking up
the atmosphere and listening to music played by Cleveland Vibe. I had a
chance to talk briefly with the band’s lead singer, Cathy Murch of Concord
Township, and bass player Mike Gluhanka of Mentor. I head them play songs by
the Four Tops and Grand Funk Railroad. They’re good. Check them out online
at www.clevelandvibe.net.
The restaurants and bars around Progressive Field are jammed, just as they
were during the Tribe’s playoff run last October.
Since I started writing this dispatch, the pre-game pomp and circumstance
has run its course. Sabathia has delivered the season’s first pitch, a
strike, and served up a two-run homer to White Sox designated hitter and
former Tribe favorite Jim Thome in the top.
That’s the bad news.
The good news is, the Tribe just answered with a three-run home run by right
fielder Franklin Gutierrez and a solo shot by center fielder Grady Sizemore.
Tribe leads, 7-2.
Baseball is back.
All is good with the world.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
End of the line
Jim Ingraham
JIngraham@News-Herald.com
What can we learn from the Indians’ loss in the American League Championship Series?
Just this: if you have two aces on your pitching staff, they better pitch like aces in the postseason.
The Indians’ two aces, C.C. Sabathia and Fausto Carmona were Cy Young Award-caliber pitchers in the regular season, but they were no-shows in the ALCS.
Sabathia and Carmona combined to start four games in the ALCS. The Indians didn’t win any of them. Given that, it’s amazing that the Indians even managed to reach a seventh game.
The Indians got zero wins from their two aces, and a dismal showing by their No.3 hitter Travis Hafner. Those are a lot of things going wrong for a team trying to win a series against an opponent as good as Boston.
JIngraham@News-Herald.com
What can we learn from the Indians’ loss in the American League Championship Series?
Just this: if you have two aces on your pitching staff, they better pitch like aces in the postseason.
The Indians’ two aces, C.C. Sabathia and Fausto Carmona were Cy Young Award-caliber pitchers in the regular season, but they were no-shows in the ALCS.
Sabathia and Carmona combined to start four games in the ALCS. The Indians didn’t win any of them. Given that, it’s amazing that the Indians even managed to reach a seventh game.
The Indians got zero wins from their two aces, and a dismal showing by their No.3 hitter Travis Hafner. Those are a lot of things going wrong for a team trying to win a series against an opponent as good as Boston.
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Carmona
Jim Ingraham
JIngraham@News-Herald.com
Well, the question now becomes, much as it did with C.C. Sabathia, what in the world has happened to Fausto Carmona?
How could a pitcher who won 19 games in the regular season, a pitcher who figures to get lots of Cy Young Award votes, a pitcher who is acclaimed league-wide as being, even at this young age, one of the best in the business, how could a pitcher like that pitch this poorly in the postseason?
Carmona only lasted two innings in Game 6 Saturday night. He threw 36 pitches in the first inning and 63 in two innings. After loading the bases in the first inning with no outs, he got the next two batters and it appeared as though he was going to pull off a miraculous escape act.
But then he left a pitch over the center of the plate, and J.D. Drew, the Boston hitter who already has gained a reputation as the worst clutch hitter on the team, pounded it over the wall in center field for a grand slam that not only changed the game, but basically ended it.
Carmona did have that one spectacular start against the Yankees in the bug game at Jacobs Field. But in his two starts against Boston Carmona has awful.
I’m no pitching coach, but to me he looks like a pitcher who seems intimidated by his first trip into the postseason. In particular Carmona seems unable to handle the atmosphere in Fenway Park, which can be one of the most intimidating places to play in the major leagues.
Remember, his outstanding start against the Yankees came at Jacobs Field. His two starts vs. the Red Sox both came at Fenway Park. Fenway Park is also where Carmona suffered two of his three meltdowns as a closer last year, giving up two walkoff hits in a couple of spectacular blown saves.
It looks to me like Carmona is having trouble handling not just the pressure of the postseason, but the pressure of facing a very good Boston lineup in a very difficult ballpark in which to pitch.
Maybe a year from now, if the Indians make it back to the postseason, Carmona’s experience in the playoffs this year will help him. But that hasn’t helped any this year. And if the Indians lose Game 7 in the ALCS to Boston tonight it won’t be because of anything that happens in that particular game.
It will be because the Indians started Carmona and C.C. Sabathia in Games 1, 2, 5 and 6 _ and they didn’t win any of them. Had they just won one of those four games started by their two aces, there never would have been a seventh game.
JIngraham@News-Herald.com
Well, the question now becomes, much as it did with C.C. Sabathia, what in the world has happened to Fausto Carmona?
How could a pitcher who won 19 games in the regular season, a pitcher who figures to get lots of Cy Young Award votes, a pitcher who is acclaimed league-wide as being, even at this young age, one of the best in the business, how could a pitcher like that pitch this poorly in the postseason?
Carmona only lasted two innings in Game 6 Saturday night. He threw 36 pitches in the first inning and 63 in two innings. After loading the bases in the first inning with no outs, he got the next two batters and it appeared as though he was going to pull off a miraculous escape act.
But then he left a pitch over the center of the plate, and J.D. Drew, the Boston hitter who already has gained a reputation as the worst clutch hitter on the team, pounded it over the wall in center field for a grand slam that not only changed the game, but basically ended it.
Carmona did have that one spectacular start against the Yankees in the bug game at Jacobs Field. But in his two starts against Boston Carmona has awful.
I’m no pitching coach, but to me he looks like a pitcher who seems intimidated by his first trip into the postseason. In particular Carmona seems unable to handle the atmosphere in Fenway Park, which can be one of the most intimidating places to play in the major leagues.
Remember, his outstanding start against the Yankees came at Jacobs Field. His two starts vs. the Red Sox both came at Fenway Park. Fenway Park is also where Carmona suffered two of his three meltdowns as a closer last year, giving up two walkoff hits in a couple of spectacular blown saves.
It looks to me like Carmona is having trouble handling not just the pressure of the postseason, but the pressure of facing a very good Boston lineup in a very difficult ballpark in which to pitch.
Maybe a year from now, if the Indians make it back to the postseason, Carmona’s experience in the playoffs this year will help him. But that hasn’t helped any this year. And if the Indians lose Game 7 in the ALCS to Boston tonight it won’t be because of anything that happens in that particular game.
It will be because the Indians started Carmona and C.C. Sabathia in Games 1, 2, 5 and 6 _ and they didn’t win any of them. Had they just won one of those four games started by their two aces, there never would have been a seventh game.
Friday, October 19, 2007
C.C.'s problems
So what are we to make of C.C. Sabathia’s three-start whiff in the postseason? There are lots of theories, but the one I’m sticking with is this:
He’s out of gas.
Sabathia’s workload has finally caught up with him.
After throwing a major league-high 241 innings in the regular season Sabathia has pitched 15 more in the postseason, hiking his season total to 256. That’s almost 50 more innings than Sabathia’s previous career high.
Throw in about 30 more innings in spring training, and the Indians’ No.1 starter is at 286 innings. That’s a lot of wear and tear on one arm, even if it is attached to a body as big and durable as Sabathia’s.
And all that mileage seems to be taking its toll in the postseason. After averaging seven innings per start in the regular season Sabathia has averaged just five innings in his three postseason starts.
There hasn’t been much dropoff in his velocity, but there has been a dramatic dropoff in his ability to control and command his pitches. In those 15 postseason innings Sabathia has walked 13 batters, after only walking 37 batters in his 34 regular season starts.
Sabathia looks like a pitcher who has hit the wall this season. So even if the Indians advance to the World Series, there are no guarantees about how effective Sabathia would be if they get there.
He’s out of gas.
Sabathia’s workload has finally caught up with him.
After throwing a major league-high 241 innings in the regular season Sabathia has pitched 15 more in the postseason, hiking his season total to 256. That’s almost 50 more innings than Sabathia’s previous career high.
Throw in about 30 more innings in spring training, and the Indians’ No.1 starter is at 286 innings. That’s a lot of wear and tear on one arm, even if it is attached to a body as big and durable as Sabathia’s.
And all that mileage seems to be taking its toll in the postseason. After averaging seven innings per start in the regular season Sabathia has averaged just five innings in his three postseason starts.
There hasn’t been much dropoff in his velocity, but there has been a dramatic dropoff in his ability to control and command his pitches. In those 15 postseason innings Sabathia has walked 13 batters, after only walking 37 batters in his 34 regular season starts.
Sabathia looks like a pitcher who has hit the wall this season. So even if the Indians advance to the World Series, there are no guarantees about how effective Sabathia would be if they get there.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
A "slice'' of heaven
David S. Glasier
DGlasier@News-Herald.com
DISPATCH FROM THE STREETS AROUND JACOBS FIELD, THURSDAY, GAME 5
The sidewalks on both sides of East 9th Street between Prospect Ave. and the ballpark are packed tonight.
Jam-packed.
People are eating, drinking, smiling, hanging out, talking about the Indians.
Bars and restaurants are operating at full capacity and beyond.
No pretense of precision here, but 75 percent of the thousands of the men, women and children I've seen in the last 20 minutes are wearing Tribe gear.
Every once in a while, someone in Red Sox garb joins the passing parade. So far, I haven't heard one derogatory comment directed at a Boston fan.
It's a beautiful, summer-like night, and the lack of venom is a beautiful thing.
Just outside of the ballpark, I run smack dab into Bernard Lechowick and his son, Vince. Bernie is a successful writer and producer of TV shows. He also teaches screenwriting at University of Southern California. Vince is a college student.
Although he's lived in Los Angeles for many years, Bernie grew up in Mentor and still thinks of himself as a Clevelander. He's also a big Tribe fan.
That's why he spent a nice chunk of change to buy four Game 5 field-box tickets from a broker. He and Vince flew in from L.A. yesterday.
Seen those clever commercials for a popular credit card?
Here's one for Bernie: "Two round-trip airline tickets and two nights in a nice hotel, big bucks. Four great tickets to ALCS Game 5, REALLY big bucks. Chance to do the full Cleveland with my kid, priceless.''
Bernie and Vince were making their way to the ballpark with Norman and Laura Aladjem, Cleveland-area natives who also have live in L.A. Norman is an agent representing Bernie and his wife, Lynn Marie Latham, executive producer and lead writer for "The Young and the Restless.''
Tribe fans from near and far are mixing with Red Sox fans, and it's all good.
This is the dynamic brought to downtown Cleveland by baseball in October.
When the vibe is right and big games are being played at Jacobs Field, downtown is alive again. It's the place to be and be seen.
Vincenza Turchi is smiling from ear to ear at Vincenza's Pizza and Pasta, the restaurant she owns and operates with her sons, Anthony and Nick.
The family-style place, at the Prospect Avenue end of the Colonial Arcade, bears her name and the feeling of a "pizza-by-the-slice'' emporium in New York City.
No surprise there, as Vincenza and her late husband, Dominic, came to Cleveland some 40 years ago from Brooklyn.
Folks are lined up to buy a tempting array of pizza, pasta, calzones, subs and salads. The service is fast and friendly, the food is great and the prices are outstanding.
"This place is buzzing,'' one guy says to his buddy when they come inside just after 7 o'clock.
Vincenza overhears the comment. Again, she's smiling.
DGlasier@News-Herald.com
DISPATCH FROM THE STREETS AROUND JACOBS FIELD, THURSDAY, GAME 5
The sidewalks on both sides of East 9th Street between Prospect Ave. and the ballpark are packed tonight.
Jam-packed.
People are eating, drinking, smiling, hanging out, talking about the Indians.
Bars and restaurants are operating at full capacity and beyond.
No pretense of precision here, but 75 percent of the thousands of the men, women and children I've seen in the last 20 minutes are wearing Tribe gear.
Every once in a while, someone in Red Sox garb joins the passing parade. So far, I haven't heard one derogatory comment directed at a Boston fan.
It's a beautiful, summer-like night, and the lack of venom is a beautiful thing.
Just outside of the ballpark, I run smack dab into Bernard Lechowick and his son, Vince. Bernie is a successful writer and producer of TV shows. He also teaches screenwriting at University of Southern California. Vince is a college student.
Although he's lived in Los Angeles for many years, Bernie grew up in Mentor and still thinks of himself as a Clevelander. He's also a big Tribe fan.
That's why he spent a nice chunk of change to buy four Game 5 field-box tickets from a broker. He and Vince flew in from L.A. yesterday.
Seen those clever commercials for a popular credit card?
Here's one for Bernie: "Two round-trip airline tickets and two nights in a nice hotel, big bucks. Four great tickets to ALCS Game 5, REALLY big bucks. Chance to do the full Cleveland with my kid, priceless.''
Bernie and Vince were making their way to the ballpark with Norman and Laura Aladjem, Cleveland-area natives who also have live in L.A. Norman is an agent representing Bernie and his wife, Lynn Marie Latham, executive producer and lead writer for "The Young and the Restless.''
Tribe fans from near and far are mixing with Red Sox fans, and it's all good.
This is the dynamic brought to downtown Cleveland by baseball in October.
When the vibe is right and big games are being played at Jacobs Field, downtown is alive again. It's the place to be and be seen.
Vincenza Turchi is smiling from ear to ear at Vincenza's Pizza and Pasta, the restaurant she owns and operates with her sons, Anthony and Nick.
The family-style place, at the Prospect Avenue end of the Colonial Arcade, bears her name and the feeling of a "pizza-by-the-slice'' emporium in New York City.
No surprise there, as Vincenza and her late husband, Dominic, came to Cleveland some 40 years ago from Brooklyn.
Folks are lined up to buy a tempting array of pizza, pasta, calzones, subs and salads. The service is fast and friendly, the food is great and the prices are outstanding.
"This place is buzzing,'' one guy says to his buddy when they come inside just after 7 o'clock.
Vincenza overhears the comment. Again, she's smiling.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Belly of the beast
David S. Glasier
DGlasier@News-Herald.com
During this AL Championship series, some players on the Indians have expressed wonder at the size of the media contingent streaming into their clubhouse before and after games.
Third baseman Casey Blake was smiling and shaking his head yesterday when, before an off-day workout, he was encircled by at least 20 media types wielding notepads, tape recorders, microphones and TV cameras.
No offense meant to the always accomodating Blake and his equally media-friendly teammmates, but they've had it easy compared to the guys quartered on the opposite side of the lower level in the visitors clubhouse at Jacobs Field.
Let me set the scene as I witnessed it yesterday.
Just before the 1:15 p.m. opening of the Boston clubhouse, I counted 86 people with media badges waiting to get inside. At least 15 of the properly credentialed had TV cameras perched on their shoulders.
When the doors swung open, the media mass moved as one into the main clubhouse. My eyeball's guess is that the room measures 60 feet by 25 feet. Comfortable, to be sure, but maybe half the size of the home team's digs.
The majority of the media types were from newspapers, radio stations and TV stations in New England that regularly cover the Red Sox. Plenty of big-city newspapers had reporters in the room, too, as did ESPN, Fox Sports and a bunch of sports dot.coms a la mlb.com and espn.com.
Once inside, the wait was on for individual Red Sox players to appear at their assigned dressing stalls and signal a willingness to talk.
When one of Boston's big-name players did so, the rapid movement of media types toward interviewee was analagous to antibodies surrounding and enveloping rogue cells in the bloodstream.
The media crowd fanned out six-deep around Red Sox catcher and captain Jason Varitek in a half-circle. If you were in the first couple of rows, no problem. From the third row back, it was lean in and hope to catch bits of the conversation with scribbled notes or a tape recorder.
Varitek, in his 10th season with the Red Sox, was in complete command of the situation. He knows the drill - TV videographers roll in with the first wave, get what they need in five or so minutes and then step back to allow print and radio reporters to move in and do their thing.
The scene was repeated in front of the stalls of two other media-savvy veterans, first baseman Kevin Youklis and Mike Lowell.
This reporter staked out his turf in the first row of the scrum around Lowell. It proved to be a mixed blessing, as prime access came at the price of having to make like a wall as multiple layers of men and women leaned in to get within earshot of Lowell.
(Memo to self: All the squat thrusts you did this summer just paid a dividend.)
Then came the day's biggest and most pleasant surprise.
Amiable but enigmatic Boston slugger Manny Ramirez, who started his career with the Indians, decided to hold court for only the second time in two years.
That's the good news. The great news was Ramirez was stationed two stalls down from Lowell. All I had to do was pivot slightly to the left to be in the second row for "Manny being Manny.''
The normally media-shy Ramirez stole the show, holding forth on topics ranging from his latest return visit to Jacobs Field, post-home run antics and his team dangling on the edge of postseason oblivion.
"Alright everybody, it's time for the 2 o'clock workout. Let the players do their work,'' said a team official.
With that, the interview session ended and the media types slowly filed out of the clubhouse.
It was just another moment in another October day in Red Sox Nation, where baseball long ago ceased being a pastime and became an obsession.
DGlasier@News-Herald.com
During this AL Championship series, some players on the Indians have expressed wonder at the size of the media contingent streaming into their clubhouse before and after games.
Third baseman Casey Blake was smiling and shaking his head yesterday when, before an off-day workout, he was encircled by at least 20 media types wielding notepads, tape recorders, microphones and TV cameras.
No offense meant to the always accomodating Blake and his equally media-friendly teammmates, but they've had it easy compared to the guys quartered on the opposite side of the lower level in the visitors clubhouse at Jacobs Field.
Let me set the scene as I witnessed it yesterday.
Just before the 1:15 p.m. opening of the Boston clubhouse, I counted 86 people with media badges waiting to get inside. At least 15 of the properly credentialed had TV cameras perched on their shoulders.
When the doors swung open, the media mass moved as one into the main clubhouse. My eyeball's guess is that the room measures 60 feet by 25 feet. Comfortable, to be sure, but maybe half the size of the home team's digs.
The majority of the media types were from newspapers, radio stations and TV stations in New England that regularly cover the Red Sox. Plenty of big-city newspapers had reporters in the room, too, as did ESPN, Fox Sports and a bunch of sports dot.coms a la mlb.com and espn.com.
Once inside, the wait was on for individual Red Sox players to appear at their assigned dressing stalls and signal a willingness to talk.
When one of Boston's big-name players did so, the rapid movement of media types toward interviewee was analagous to antibodies surrounding and enveloping rogue cells in the bloodstream.
The media crowd fanned out six-deep around Red Sox catcher and captain Jason Varitek in a half-circle. If you were in the first couple of rows, no problem. From the third row back, it was lean in and hope to catch bits of the conversation with scribbled notes or a tape recorder.
Varitek, in his 10th season with the Red Sox, was in complete command of the situation. He knows the drill - TV videographers roll in with the first wave, get what they need in five or so minutes and then step back to allow print and radio reporters to move in and do their thing.
The scene was repeated in front of the stalls of two other media-savvy veterans, first baseman Kevin Youklis and Mike Lowell.
This reporter staked out his turf in the first row of the scrum around Lowell. It proved to be a mixed blessing, as prime access came at the price of having to make like a wall as multiple layers of men and women leaned in to get within earshot of Lowell.
(Memo to self: All the squat thrusts you did this summer just paid a dividend.)
Then came the day's biggest and most pleasant surprise.
Amiable but enigmatic Boston slugger Manny Ramirez, who started his career with the Indians, decided to hold court for only the second time in two years.
That's the good news. The great news was Ramirez was stationed two stalls down from Lowell. All I had to do was pivot slightly to the left to be in the second row for "Manny being Manny.''
The normally media-shy Ramirez stole the show, holding forth on topics ranging from his latest return visit to Jacobs Field, post-home run antics and his team dangling on the edge of postseason oblivion.
"Alright everybody, it's time for the 2 o'clock workout. Let the players do their work,'' said a team official.
With that, the interview session ended and the media types slowly filed out of the clubhouse.
It was just another moment in another October day in Red Sox Nation, where baseball long ago ceased being a pastime and became an obsession.
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