M.E. born in The Mitten (MI) now live in VT so I'm a sports mutt: FANatic of the Red Sox, follow Bruins, Detroit Lions, Detroit Red Wings, and all things MSU.
Jake Bennett shoves again going 7 shut, couple RBI knocks for Cheng, RBI double for Ceddanne, RBI knock for Narvy, the Red Sox have won 5 straight matching their season high winning streak! #GoldBottles
Alex Cora sent an email thanking everyone in the Red Sox organization on Wednesday. Here's the full thing. Credit to @MassLive for getting their hands on it.
“Good morning. I wanted to take a moment before heading home to thank you.
Being part of this organization has meant a great deal to me. As a player and as a manager.
Like I always tell free agents, I’m glad my kids grew up here. It’s unique, special and magical.
Thank you for treating me with respect and most importantly accept me as AC. I’m grateful for this experience, it made me better.
We are happy to have the time to be full time parents, that��s the truth, but also we are disappointed that we didn’t finish the job.
I respect the direction the organization is taking. A lot of talented people will help to accomplish the ultimate goal, having another duck boat parade.
Thank you for the hard work, sleepless nights, professionalism and effort to help me lead this great organization.
One last thing, keep showing up everyday and don’t take the Fenway experience for granted, your working place is the best in the world.
Gracias
AC"
THE WAR PIG SHOVES FOR 6 SHUT WITH 8 K’S, RBI KNOCK FOR CEDDANNE, RBI KNOCK FOR TS10, RBI KNOCK FOR DURAN, 3-HIT GAME FOR ROMAN, SAVE FOR 44, RED SOX BLANK THE REDS AND WIN ON OPENING DAY #GOLDBOTTLES
After getting Pope Francis's luggage loaded into the limo, the driver notices the Pope is still standing on the curb.
“Excuse me, Your Holiness,” says the driver, “Would you please take your seat so we can leave?”
“Well, to tell you the truth,” says the Pope, “They never let me drive at the Vatican, and I'd really like to drive today.”
"I'm sorry, Your Holiness, but I cannot let you do that. I'd lose my job! What if something should happen?!” protests the driver, wishing he'd never gone to work that morning.
“Who's going to tell?” says the Pope with a smile.
Reluctantly, the driver gets in the back as the Pope climbs in behind the wheel. The driver quickly regrets his decision when, after exiting the airport, the Pontiff floors it, accelerating the limo to 205 km.
"Please slow down, Your Holiness," pleads the worried driver, but the Pope keeps the pedal to the metal until they hear sirens.
"Oh, dear God, I'm going to lose my license -- and my job!” moans the driver.
The Pope pulls over and rolls down the window as the cop approaches, but the cop takes one look at him, goes back to his motorcycle, and gets on the radio.
“I need to talk to the Chief,” he says to the dispatcher.
The Chief gets on the radio and the cop tells him that he's stopped a limo going 205 kph.
“So bust him,” says the Chief.
“I don't think we want to do that. He's really important,” said the cop.
The Chief exclaimed, “All the more reason!”
“No, I mean really important,”said the cop with a bit of persistence.
The Chief then asked, “Who do you have there, the mayor?”
Cop: “Bigger.”
Chief: “A senator?”
Cop: “Bigger.”
Chief: “The President?”
Cop: “Bigger.”
“Well,” said the Chief, “who is it?”
Cop: “I think it's God!”
The Chief is even more puzzled and curious, “What makes you think it's God?”
Cop: “His chauffeur is the Pope!”