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favorite red sox of all time: tim wakefield. no one else even comes close.
favorite patriot of all time: stanley morgan. this one isn't close, either, but adam vinatieri rates a mention, as does stephen neal, whose jersey i now prefer to wear on big game days. (see you a week from sunday).
favorite celtic of all time: it's a tossup between jo jo white and the chief, and i'm leaning chief.
favorite bruin of all time: do you have to ask?
ironic that orr's is the only case where my favorite player seems to come up on anyone else's radar for such. (he's the greatest of all time, and you can tell 'em from me that gretzky sucks by comparison). i'd remind you that stanley morgan has the highest per-catch average of any receiver who's ever played the game long enough and well enough to accumulate 10,000 receiving yards or 500 receptions, (lance alworth only wishes he had morgan's numbers), but you'd tell me "jerry rice" or some such nonsense (among receivers) or tom brady blah blah blah (among patriots) and we'd just have to agree to disagree. and chief? dominant enough to have played in more games than any other player in history, (jabbar can suck it), and universally recognized as the best-shooting big man ever, (jabbar can suck it again), that's all. but all that is neither here nor there.
wake i love best because his records are of the grittiest and hardest-working kind, and, truth be told, it can never really ever be about records where he's concerned. he'll just take the ball anywhere, anytime and for however long you need him to. no more and no less. he'll throw his arm off for you without regard for the futility of his chances, (as he did in the third game of that historic 2004 ALCS), and he'll come back a few hours later and give you the most heroic and scintillating extra-inning relief performance in the history of the game to say thank you for the opportunity. (three innings pitched including three pass balls in one of those innings, and yet no, count them, NO runs enabling papi to bloop in the game-winner that sent the game's most historic playoff team back to ny and immortality). he's every man who has ever shown up to work every day of his life despite inevitable short recognition and insufficient reward. he's the role model that got me through a divorce just one day at a time.
wake da man.
favorite red sox of all time: tim wakefield. no one else even comes close.
favorite patriot of all time: stanley morgan. this one isn't close, either, but adam vinatieri rates a mention, as does stephen neal, whose jersey i now prefer to wear on big game days. (see you a week from sunday).
favorite celtic of all time: it's a tossup between jo jo white and the chief, and i'm leaning chief.
favorite bruin of all time: do you have to ask?
ironic that orr's is the only case where my favorite player seems to come up on anyone else's radar for such. (he's the greatest of all time, and you can tell 'em from me that gretzky sucks by comparison). i'd remind you that stanley morgan has the highest per-catch average of any receiver who's ever played the game long enough and well enough to accumulate 10,000 receiving yards or 500 receptions, (lance alworth only wishes he had morgan's numbers), but you'd tell me "jerry rice" or some such nonsense (among receivers) or tom brady blah blah blah (among patriots) and we'd just have to agree to disagree. and chief? dominant enough to have played in more games than any other player in history, (jabbar can suck it), and universally recognized as the best-shooting big man ever, (jabbar can suck it again), that's all. but all that is neither here nor there.
wake i love best because his records are of the grittiest and hardest-working kind, and, truth be told, it can never really ever be about records where he's concerned. he'll just take the ball anywhere, anytime and for however long you need him to. no more and no less. he'll throw his arm off for you without regard for the futility of his chances, (as he did in the third game of that historic 2004 ALCS), and he'll come back a few hours later and give you the most heroic and scintillating extra-inning relief performance in the history of the game to say thank you for the opportunity. (three innings pitched including three pass balls in one of those innings, and yet no, count them, NO runs enabling papi to bloop in the game-winner that sent the game's most historic playoff team back to ny and immortality). he's every man who has ever shown up to work every day of his life despite inevitable short recognition and insufficient reward. he's the role model that got me through a divorce just one day at a time.
wake da man.
posted by kad barma at 10:42 AM
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