Showing posts with label Voicemail. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Voicemail. Show all posts

Saturday, June 5, 2010

"Reply All"

Have you ever left a voicemail, texted, emailed, etc. something you regret after a huge win or crushing loss to a rival fan (or friendly fan, for that matter)? Such as a drunkenly explicit message about the obvious dominant/submissive sexual relationship between your two teams, only to forget that your buddy lives with his Grandma and they share a phone line?

Or maybe said something too early, like a poorly timed "we own you!" right before that guy's team makes a miraculous comeback and makes you wish you lived in a hobbit hole?

In 2009, in Game 3 of the Red Sox-Angels ALDS, the Sox were up 2 runs in the 9th inning with Papelbon in to close it out. The Sox were down 0-2 in the series, and they had played like garbage up to this point, but they had come back numerous times in similar situations in 5 game sets, so although it was not looking great, it was not over. And with a win in Game 3, they could grab the momentum.

So as Pap got the first out in the top of the 9th, looking to send it to Game 4, I got a text from a friend of mine (Rays fan, former Yankees fan...don't ask, it's best if he tells it himself...). It read:

"Now the pressure is on the Angels, and they will fold like a sheet of origami paper in the skilled hands of Ichiro."

Being a life-long Red Sox fan, I knew better than to respond.

Then he sent me another text, with 2 outs, nobody on base, and 2 strikes on the batter. Sox still up 6-4. It read:

"Sox take this series, and they beat the Yanks. No way they want to see Boston in the playoffs."

Again, I stayed silent.

And then Papelbon decided to throw 48 straight 91-mph fastballs, and the Angles score 3 runs with 2 outs, and win the game.

Another text from my friend. This one read:

"I am such an asshole."

Agreed. But that's life, and that's baseball.

Any stories to share, let us know...