Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Jon Lester: Right-handed?

Jon Lester bats, throws, and golfs lefthanded. But he signs autographs (and so presumably writes) righthanded. It's relatively common for baseball players to bat lefty and throw righty (sometimes the only glove around when they're learning is righthanded, while bats are obviously ambidextrous), but I have never heard of someone who writes with their right hand, and does everything else with their left.

Check out the video on Boston.com (Lester starts autographing at about 30 seconds).

 Signed with Jon Lester's right hand.

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Pedroia ready to rip

Dustin Pedroia showed up to camp early this year (shocking, I know), and he is most certainly ready to go. Pedey was interviewed on NESN by Tom Caron and Peter Gammons yesterday, and he shared some gems, including some "idiot advance scouts" who handed out ALDS books during the rain delay in the middle of Game 162, and the fact that he and Andre Ethier worked out "like maniacs" this offseason. 

 

 MANIACAL WORKOUTS

 

Gammons looked straight at Pedroia and deadpanned: "Now I realize that, you know, you're so strong now, we're gonna have to put a screen up in front of the Monster seats." As always, Pedey didn't miss a beat: "It's the hundred-year anniversary, I might tear that thing down." 

 

I don't know about you guys, but quotes from Pedroia are one of my favorite parts of Red Sox baseball, and I'm looking forward to months of cockiness.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Red Sox or rednecks?

As a native New Hampshirite, I'm well acquainted with what some people might call rednecks. The kind of people who not only like to hunt, they live to tell the tale of the one that got away.  Normally, these types of people are not millionaires, but in recent years the Red Sox have boasted more than a few legitmate rednecks as part of their roster.

First, there's the photographic evidence:


And then we have the terrifying stories, like this one about JD Drew from last Spring Training (courtesy of Boston.com's Extra Bases blog):
Drew said he was in a boat with his son once when they hooked an alligator with a fishing lure. He had his son hold the pole and took position to try and leap on the alligator.
"I figured I could get him myself," he said. "He was about five or six feet."
"With your bare hands?" I asked.
J.D. gave me his best "no, you stupid city boy" look.
"I had a knife," he said.
But the line snapped and the gator got away. J.D. missed his chance.
So next time you read about J.D. missing a game with a bad hamstring and consider complaining, consider that this is a guy who was willing to jump out of a perfectly good boat and attack a man-sized alligator with a knife. 

And now we have an anecdote about panthers, courtesy of Clay Buchholz (and Boston.com's Extra Bases blog):
A Fort Myers resident told me that the woods beyond the practice fields are known to have panthers and wild hogs.
According to Clay Buchholz, who knows of such things, panthers can be five or six feet long. "I'd want to shoot it before it could hunt me," Buchholz said.


New Hampshire would be proud to have them.