One week ago today, Red Sox Nation was in a state of choas.  God forbid, the beloved home team had lost 2 out of 3 April games to the Tampa Bay Devil Rays, who may or may not have had Dan Miceli as their closer.  Usually, a remark including the words "may or may not", "Dan Miceli" and "closer" in the same sentence is regarded as sarcasm.  Sadly, my statement was indeed a statement of fact.  At any rate, the irrational Red Sox fans started leaping head-first off the bandwagon and into the path of an oncoming train.  Being a rational Red Sox fan myself, I knew better than to state my case publically at the time, for saying the words "give them time, they'll turn it around" after a poor road trip will get you branded as a traitor in most parts of southern New England.  (Aside to those girls at Monday's game: note the spelling of "traitor".  Next time, you won't look so dumb.)

But then, the Red Sox had a stellar six-game homestand.  It's still too early to tell, but I have a hunch all the callers on sports radio tomorrow will be much happier than they were last week (at least happier than they were before Doug Mirabelli was traded.)

Tomorrow, I'll have some toughts on Red Sox-Yankees, Round 2, as well as thoughts on...get ready for this...NASCAR.  For now, here are some random observations from the past week:

It would seem to me that turning away from a Red Sox game to participate in an online chat with Hazel Mae would be grounds for revoking your fan privledges.  Yet, this chat was only availible to members of Red Sox Nation.  Nothing against Hazel, but I'd much rather watch a blowout like today's game then send a question to Hazel, hoping that maybe, just maybe, she'll answer it.

Am I the only person that has turned Kevin Millar's name into a verb?  Right-handed hitters don't pull pithces foul into the third-base stands anymore, they "millar" pitchers into the stands.  When somebody cranks a pitch just to the foul side of the foul pole on the Monster, that person has "millared" it.  If you've watched Kevin Millar hit, you know what I mean.

Now that Wily Mo's hitting over .300, and providing a desparately-needed spark at the bottom of the order, the Bronson Arroyo trade is starting to look an awful lot better, isn't it?

But if I hear anybody say Pena's better than Pokemon Damon ever was, that, my friends, is crossing the line.

Seanez sucks.

And lastly, how much fun do Don Orsillo and Jerry Remy have up there in the booth?  Most major-league broadcasters make calling a game seem like a job, but the Rem Dawg and Don "I Need a Cool Nickname" Orsillo seem to enjoy every minute they spend together.  I'd love to hear them calling Red Sox games for the next 20 years.