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Dustin Pedroia, The Little Caballito?

OK, I missed it. I had the sound down because Chip Caray makes my ears bleed, but did he really call Dustin Pedroia, “Caballito” as in, The Little Pony? Chip, buddy. Pal. Can I ask you a question? WTF Chip?…

ALDS Game One: Jon Lester Makes Us Weak in the Knees

There is nothing like seeing a pitcher in total command of a playoff game like Jon Lester was last night against the Angels. Lester made it seem so effortless, like he was three or four steps ahead of everyone in…

In Praise of Laurel J. Sweet

We like to make fun of things here at Boston Daily. It’s part of our charm. But there are times when we must simply bow down when genius is placed in front of us, and this is one of those…

Sports Monday

In the six years I spent roaming baseball clubhouses as a vagabond beat writer, I was never invited to join that prestigious group of booze-hounds known as the Baseball Writers Association (Warning: Hilariously outdated green background will wreck your retina)….

The Globe Goes OT

The Globe pulled off two coups this morning. First, they unveiled a 24-page print sports magazine called OT—fronted by a Tony Massarotti column and back-ended by a Charlie Pierce rumination. But perhaps even more surprisingly, no one saw it was…

Lyndon LaRouche is Disgusted With You

The people peddling ideas to the great waves of commuters speed-walking to South Station every night usually employ some sort of attention-getting device. Recent attempts include young women seemingly high on some combination of pixie dust and box wine, waving…

Too Much Mandatory Fun

Bostonista had too much fun last night. We indulged in mandatory office fun at our staff bowling party at Kings. Next, under the influence of Chowder, we indulged in carnivorous fun over the largest steak we’ve ever seen at Toro….

Sports Monday

I spent the weekend in beautiful central New Jersey, which allowed me the always-fun diversion of hearing Jets fans try to convince themselves on WFAN that nothing bad was going to happen to their team when they played the Patriots….

Forget about the Splitter Paps, Give Him the Heater. Whoops

Every time Jonathan Papelbon enters a game at Fenway, the song “Wild Thing” blares from the stadium speakers in tribute to the the greatest (fictional) closer of them all, the legendary Ricky Vaughn from Major League. Perhaps channeling Wild Thing…

Sports Monday

If we learned nothing else yesterday at Foxboro, it’s that nothing in the NFL is ever guaranteed. The Super Bowls, the chance at perfection, these things only seem like they happen every year. We won’t know the extent of Tom…