Showing posts with label boston. Show all posts
Showing posts with label boston. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Take care, bloody red sock...


Curt Schilling retired, with two rings from the beantown.
Not bad, Curt, not bad...
“Turn out the lights, the party’s over”

I used to wait with bated breath for Don Meredith to start singing that on “Monday Night Football.” Normally, it was sweet music if the Steelers were playing.

If I could get him to sing it again, I would. This party has officially ended. After being blessed to experience 23 years of playing professional baseball in front of the world’s best fans in so many different places, it is with zero regrets that I am making my retirement official.

To say I’ve been blessed would be like calling Refrigerator Perry “a bit overweight.” The things I was allowed to experience, the people I was able to call friends, teammates, mentors, coaches and opponents, the travel, all of it, are far more than anything I ever thought possible in my lifetime.

Four World Series, three World Championships. That there are men with plaques in Cooperstown who never experienced one — and I was able to be on three teams over seven years that won it all — is another “beyond my wildest dreams” set of memories I’ll take with me.

The game always gave me far more than I ever gave it. All of those things, every single one of those memories is enveloped with fan sights and sounds for me. Without the fans, they would still be great memories, but none would be enduring and unforgettable because they infused the energy, rage, passion and “feel” of all of those times. The game was here long before I was, and will be here long after I’m gone. The only thing I hope I did was never put in question my love for the game, or my passion to be counted on when it mattered most. I did everything I could to win every time I was handed the ball.

I am and always will be more grateful than any of you could ever possibly know.

I want to offer two special thank you’s.

To my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ for granting me the ability to step between the lines for 23 years and compete against the best players in the world.

To my wife Shonda and my 4 children, Gehrig, Gabriella, Grant and Garrison for sacrificing their lives and allowing baseball to be mine while I played. Without their unquestioned support I would not have been able to do what I did, or enjoy the life, and I am hopefully going to live long enough to repay them as much as a Father and Husband can.

Thank you and God Bless

Curt Schilling, 2009

Monday, January 21, 2008

One to go...

Tom was just OK this time, so he needed to ask Laurence for a big favpur...
And it definitely worked...
 

Friday, September 28, 2007

Dress in red!

Today, Friday, September 28, there's one reason more to wear red stuff. Just read here.

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

The ghosts are coming...

It's been a while since i last posted on this. And this one's just to keep in mind it's a long way to late september :-S...


Monday, October 30, 2006

CIT-GO!!

I guess you have a point when you say this is not the sexiest sign for a city, and Boston would deserve much more than that. But signs come pretty unexpected, and who could have imagined that a stylized tetrahedron coming from a venezuelan oil company would have become the compass of the most elitist US city...
Is that all? Nope, since after the apocalyptic speech Venezuela's President recently made at UN, there's someone that wants it to go, and to be replaced by the american flag.

But in this case, what will we be going to say? Let's meet under the US flag near Fenway? not that specific... ;) Just keep the citgo sign, it's awfully needed for those few hundred thousand aliens in Boston...

Sunday, July 16, 2006

Jamaica Plain


15, Perkins sq, Apt #3, Jamaica Plain MA 02130. And this one's the humble place where I live. A potpourri of different people. I mean, not that bad...

Friday, July 14, 2006

Rain in July...

Someone's told me I'm a little bit lazy on this. I oughta have the time to write more on Boston and whatsoever, in the meantime, please see this video from a south-american (!?!) france fan in the finals at the city hall.
how sweet is it...