Jonathan Papelbon said he hasn't been sleeping well. He'd become obsessed with the idea of dropping this notion of becoming a starting pitcher, and going back to the Red Sox' bullpen to pick up where he left off as the best closer in the American League last year. Perhaps Pap knows that we card-carrying (yes, I mean this literally) members of Red Sox Nation (member number: 21709) haven't slept well since we were informed that Joel Piniero would be our closer in 2007. Or Mike Timlin. Or Craig Hansen. Or me. Or you. Or maybe Tito Francona's dad would stage a comeback and close games for a while. OK, that's slightly over-dramatized. But not much.
Now, we will thrill to the work of Schilling, Beckett, Matsuzaka, Wakefield and probably Julian Tavarez, marvel at the exploits of Papi and Manny, and rest secure knowing that Pap will be there at the end to blow away any potential threats in the ninth.
Oh, and Tito: it better be only the ninth, and if you get him up you better use him. Because it really doesn't matter if you were the manager who broke the curse. You mess this kid's arm up, and you're dogmeat. Because I wouldn't be surprised if that voice that's been whispering in Pap's ear that he really should be in the pen, the one that's been keeping him up nights, sounds an awful lot like your voice.
But we're all right there with you, until it blows up. Like they say across the SEC in the Fall, "We're right behind you, skip, win or tie!"
If that 26 year old right shoulder holds up, we will win the division! Thus Saith The Blogger!
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