Josh Q. Public:But look around. Here go the sound of the wreckin’ ball. Boom and pound when I shut ‘em down. -Public Enemy
Public Service Announcement: OK, here we go! Another quickie today. From Storrow Drive to the Van Wyckie today. More fun than a pogo stickie today. I gotta get this one out before 1pm. Got a date at 1pm. Can’t be late for 1pm. That’s when the Sox play game one of a double header against the Los Angeles of Anaheim of Orange County Angels. It’s the city I live in, the city of angels. Lonely as I am, together we cry. Maybe Flea’s crying, but I ain’t. I get to see the see the future of the Red Sox. I get to see Clay Buchholz. His future seems very bright. Gotta wear shades bright. Very sparkly. Definitely very sparkly. Very sparkly. I’m sick of hearing about Phyllis Hughs. I’m tired of hearing about Joba Chambermaid. It’s high time we start hearing about our own young stud. Blue moon, now I’m no longer alone. Without a dream in my heart. Without a love of my own. I got a dream in my heart and it goes by the name of Clay Buchholz. Clay Buchholz has an 8-3 record in the minor leagues this season. Clay Buchholz has a 2.15 ERA. The kid is averaging nearly thirteen strikeouts per nine innings. Thirteen. Holy cow! His four seam heater tops out at 98 mph. I want to make you sweat. Sweat till you can’t sweat no more. And if you cry out, I’m gonna push it, push it some, mo-o-ore. Buchholz is gonna push it with his two seamer. His moving two seamer. His grooving two seamer. His something to proving two seamer. And if that weren’t enough, if that weren’t enough, he’s got a knee buckling 12-6 curve that makes folks look downright silly out there. And please, please, please do not sleep on his change. Don’t count sheep on his change. On any given night, Buchholz’s curve or his change is unhittable. Unhittable, I say! Mix all that in with a cold as ice willing to sacrifice demeanor and you got yourself one obscene pitching machine. One O’clock baby! One O’clock. Take your shoes off. Put your feet up. Sit back, relax, and be a Sox watcher. I’ll be watching the Sox. I’ll be watching the future. I’ll be watching Clay Buchholz.
PS: Haven’t been hearing a whole lot over there from the Yankees camp as of late. Crickets. Crickets, I tell you. Nothing like a granny in the first inning to get some peace and quiet around here. Ha ha ha ha! Roll Sox roll!
Public Acknowledgements: Red Hot Chili Peppers, TimBuk 3, Rain man, The Velvet Fog, Scooter, UB40 and Foreigner
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sparkly. Very sparkly. I’m sick of hearing about Phyllis Hughs. I’m tired of hearing about Joba Chambermaid. It’s high time we start hearing about our own young stud. Blue moon, now I’m no longer alone. Without a dream in my heart. Without a love of my own. I got a dream in my heart and it goes by the name of Clay Buchholz. Clay Buchholz has an 8-3 record in the minor leagues this season. Clay Buchholz has a 2.15 ERA. The kid is averaging nearly thirteen strikeouts per nine innings. Thirteen. Holy cow! His four seam heater tops out at 98 mph. I want to make you sweat. Sweat till you can’t sweat no more. And if you cry out, I’m gonna push it, 
push it some, mo-o-ore. Buchholz is gonna push it with his two seamer. His moving two seamer. His grooving two seamer. His something to proving two seamer. And if that weren’t enough, if that weren’t enough, he’s got a knee buckling 12-6 curve that makes folks look downright silly out there. And please, please, please do not sleep on his change. Don’t count sheep on his change. On any given night, Buchholz’s curve or his change is unhittable. Unhittable, I say! Mix all that in with a cold as ice willing to sacrifice demeanor and you got yourself one obscene pitching machine. One O’clock baby! One O’clock. Take your shoes off. Put your feet up. Sit back, relax, and be a Sox watcher. I’ll be watching the Sox. I’ll be watching the future. I’ll be watching Clay Buchholz.
PS: Haven’t been hearing a whole lot over there from the Yankees camp as of late. Crickets. Crickets, I tell you. Nothing like a granny in the first inning to get some peace and quiet around here. Ha ha ha ha! Roll Sox roll!
