Waxing lyrical

There are days when a fine piece of baseball writing can have me wishing - against my better nature - that I were a fully paid-up, long-suffering member of Red Sox Nation. Today is one of those days, having read what Beth has to say over at Cursed and First.

Yesterday she had this to say about Pedro's accent:

Of all the 'Dominicanos' on the Sox roster, Pedro actually speaks English the best. Where Manny and David Ortiz are Jackson Pollocks with their English--messy, though interesting--Pedro is Monet: clear enough to be understood easily, but just fuzzy enough to be intriguing.

and this on Manny Ramirez:

I keep thinking about Manny taking batting practice, how it was like watching a racehorse in full stride or a ballerina dance the "Arabian" or any other powerful, graceful animal I've ever seen in motion, how it finally made me really understand the phrase "poetry in motion", as I watched the ball inscribe eternal truths in graceful arcs on the air.

And all of this following Monday's great post on her day at Fenway, which pretty much defines the word "bittersweet".

If you feel your spirit is a little jaded and you need to be uplifted, go check it out...