It’s All About You, Jon Lester

(image courtesy of the Boston Globe)


Until today, the highlight of Jon Lester’s brief career was probably his clinching win in last season’s fall classic. And actually, having heard Lester interviewed at least half a dozen times, I feel reasonably confident in arguing that…

In Case You Haven’t Been Keeping Up With Current Events

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Gas Out of the Bullpen: Not Exactly What I Had in Mind

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No Pen for Clay

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In Case You Haven’t Been Keeping Up With Current Events

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Lugo: The Question, Not the Answer

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Crickets?

A few of you have emailed me irate. Two of you have emailed me to ask if I was dead. Some of you probably are the former and wish the latter. Which is cool.

For your benefit, a quick explanation for the ongoing radio silence: first, I’ve moved (temporarily) back to Maine, to be closer…

Terrified of Tampa

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