When Athlete Twitter Accounts Go Horribly Wrong.

I think that celebrity Twitter accounts have a place. They can provide a really interesting insight into a completely foreign lifestyle. I loved Ryan Kalish before but following his twitter account has (seriously) led me to the conclusion that he is the sweetest, most adorable boy ever. But sometimes athletes provide you with really, really uncomfortable insights like when Dustin Pedroia posted this:

How about @mrspedroia15 leaving out snacks for me after she left. #wifeoftheyear
— Dustin Pedroia (@15Lasershow) March 30, 2013

Assuming that he just has the order of events wrong (and his wife doesn't actually have telekinesis), he praises his wife as "wife of the year" for acting like his mother. Go, Kelli! Go, Snacks! Now, he's not the brainiest of individuals and maybe there is a good chance that he burns down the rental trying to toast up his English muffin pizza. But it's all very awkward and not really something that I wanted to know about him or their relationship. Or, then again, maybe she enjoys having a slightly overgrown child to go along with her two actual children.  

Spring Cleaning.

I hate this time of year, I really do, but it's gotta get done.

Daniel Bard has been sent away to Portland. The thinking was supposedly that by sending him all the way down to Portland, he'd realize that he wasn't just a couple of good outings away from getting back to the major leagues. Or it might have just been a numbers game.

Meanwhile my poor broken heart is, well broken, that Ryan Sweeney found himself to be just another pretty face and was let go. Now there are no more pretty faces on this team.

Harry and the Pedroias.

I know that the Dustin Pedroia-Big Foot thing is very last week. He changed his Twitter picture, so I suspect that he doesn't enjoy being taunted about it but I just have one thing to say:

On the Wearing O' the Green.

Not really but you need a title and I do like the green jerseys.

Perhaps the luck of the Irish was with the team today as they nearly perfecto-ed Tampa; which, you know, who cares--but it was fun. The more important thing was that Jon Lester continued to look good. Mike Napoli doesn't look decrepit (and perhaps we don't even have to set the bar that low). So maybe we all still wince when a ball flies to left field but knock in a couple of runs and we'll all temporarily forget that the hill folk eat people. I understand that if David continues hurting that it'll be an uphill battle but, damn it, I'm really starting to like this team.

It's annoying because I was all set to que sera sera this season but I find myself dragged back in. If the pitching holds up, if David's not out too long, if, if, if. And, yeah, they probably won't be so absolutely fabulous but in the back of my mind there's that glimmer of hope. And maybe it'll turn out to be a fun summer after all.

Also, Peter Abraham. I don't read him and make an effort to avoid him. I find him extremely unprofessional, snarky, and oftentimes downright pissy. I weirdly enjoyed listening to him talk about baseball today.

Stupid Smarch Weather.

 What better thing is there to do when snowed in then to ruminate on the World Baseball Classic.

1. Who is Karim Garcia?

2. Some of those Cubans are awfully chubby for communists. Also, their catchers' helmets look like re-purposed bicycle helmets.

3. And, since we can't seem to have a post without a song,

Broadcast News.

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I've just got to say that I really enjoyed this broadcast. I don't know if the concept was unique but it was really informative and a nice break from the Don and Jerry show. Well done NESN.

I know it's early and only two starts but Jon Lester has looked good this spring. Dare one hope? Mike Napoli wasn't half bad. And Stephen Drew has just as pretty a swing as his brother.

Also, the lower half of Jeremy Farrell's face is exactly like his father's.