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Sox Crisis: Tavarez Won’t Leave

Julian Julian Tavarez’s interesting tenure with the Boston Red Sox came to an official end this week when the team released him, hoping to eventually make a trade for him.  Some saw Julian as a colorful character; some as a certifiable psychopath.  Smiling or not, Julian always had the look of a man who, with very little or even no provocation, would think nothing of committing mass murder.  It is for this reason that the Red Sox, even though they have severed ties with Tavarez, face an uncomfortable situation: he simply won’t leave.
           “I had to give Julian the news of his release,” Terry Francona said.  “It wasn’t easy…I had body armor on at the time. But I thought he took it well.  But now it’s five days later and the guy hasn’t left.  He keeps lurking around the locker room, sneaking up behind people and scaring them.  And worse, his whole family, including his 23 kids, show up for the post-game buffet.”  Francona says he is reluctant to call the police, but admits that he’s run out of ideas on how to get Tavarez to actually leave.  “Yesterday, I reminded him he’s no longer with the team he just smiles and says, ‘Oh yes I am, dude.  I’ll be with you always, even in your nightmares.’  It gives me chills; I just don’t need this.”
           Larry Lucchino admits that actually getting Tavarez to leave is turning into a complicated matter.  “We’re legitimately contemplating bringing in a SWAT team,” he said.  “I personally won’t go near the guy anymore.  He told me the other day he wanted to eat my liver.  He said he was just doing a “Silence of the Lambs” joke, but with that guy, I’m not so sure.  I’m keeping my liver the hell away from him.”

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Several Injured During Youkilis Strikeout-Related Temper Tantrum

Youk For Kevin Youkilis, every single at bat is an epic life-and-death struggle, with the fate of the universe seemingly hanging in the balance.  It is a Shakespearian drama, in which the meaning of life, the vagaries of fate, and the inevitability of tragedy loom deeply.  With a called strike, Youkilis appears to be mortally offended; and should he eventually strikeout, especially by way of a dreaded called strikeout, run for cover, for Youk looks as if his ancestors have been an insulted, his loved one’s violated, and his house burned down. And he’s out for revenge.
           This weekend, that inevitable tragedy struck for the Red Sox as Youkilis was called out on strikes and proceeded to shatter his helmet and break his bat into pieces, sending razor-sharp shards of material flying into the dugout.  Several players were treated for lacerations and bruises, while two trainers suffered from concussions, making it difficult for them to concentrate while trying to stem the blood flow of the players’ wounds they were treating.
           “Youky was blowin’ off some steam, but this went a little too far,” said Terry Francona, who escaped injury when a shard of a broken bat was unable to penetrate his tobacco/bubblegum/sunflower seed/hard-boiled egg stuffed cheek.  “We like his intensity, but, hell, if this guy swings and misses during batting practice, we gotta follow him back to the clubhouse because one time we found him taking out a sword and saying he was unfit to live.  Heck, if we could get Lugo thinking that way, we’d get that stinking contract off our backs.”

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Julio Lugo to Sell Concessions Until Fielding Improves

Julio In an unusual move designed to help the struggling fielding of Julio Lugo, Terry Francona announced last night that Lugo would begin work selling concessions at Fenway Park when the team returned home, and would not be back on the field until his fielding improved.  Lugo has cost the Sox at least one game, and has one of the worst fielding percentages in baseball.
           “I told Julio about it yesterday,” Francona told the press. “At first I had to have a couple of guys hold him down, but eventually he settled down and listened.  We’re going to have him selling peanuts and cracker jacks.  It’s going to be great for his hand-eye coordination.  Also, at least if he make an error there he just gets peanuts all over someone.  He won’t be costing us games any more--and he can throw me a few peanuts so I'll have yet another thing to stuff in my mouth during games.”
           Larry Lucchino had a different take on the matter.  “This is a radical approach to correcting the colossal mistake made by the little pre-pubescent genius Theo Epstein who signed him,” Lucchino said, still holding obvious ill-will against Epstein.  “The guy never was a good major league shortstop, but the little twerp bid against himself and gave Lugo a fortune just to prove he’s a bad shortstop.   At least by having him work concessions we get some value out of this contract.”
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Clemens Apologizes for “Non-Sexual” Relationship with Country Star

Clem In yet another confusing apology-filled press conference yesterday, Roger Clemens, acting on complaints that his first “apology” press conference was too vague, tried to get more specific but did little to add clarity.
           “While re-incinerating that I did not use steroids, I want to specifically apologize for having a non-sexual relationship with that woman, Ms. McCready,” Clemens said.  Clemens, then, apparently stumbling with his words somewhat, added,  “It was a mistake being involved non-sexually with her, and one I’d love to correct.”
           A baffled reporter then asked Clemens if he was in fact saying that he regretted not having sex with McCready, and would like to now.
           Clemens, a thin line of sweat forming over his lip, looked over at his lawyer Rusty Hardin, who was preoccupied with prying a speck of tobacco from his teeth, and seeing if he could successfully fling it into his coffee cup.
           “Well,” Clemens said carefully, “hell, I’m a red-blooded man like anyone—but no, I don’t want to be doin’ none a’ that sexualizing stuff like that with her.  Not that I wouldn’t like to.  Hell, that’s some…”
           “Rooooooger,” Hardin finally sang out.  “Remember we’ve talked about the two s’s?  Simple answer, then Shut up. Keep that in mind son.”
           Clemens was then asked if he was claiming that all the other extramarital dalliances that have recently been revealed were also “non-sexual.”
           “Well, that whole wording just gets too confusing to me,” an increasingly nervous Clemens said.  “I mean, if you got some girl and you…”
           “Non-sexual! ” Hardin interjected.  "Simple answer, folks.  Lots of friends, lots of beautiful women--incredibly beautiful, in fact, women--but no sex."
            A media member, trying one last approach, asked, “Getting back to Ms. McCready.  Is it true she was only 15 when your…relationship…began?”
            “Look, man,” Roger replied, “I come from Katy, Texas.  Ain’t more’n a dozen or so people can read there.  In Katy, you learn that if you see some pretty young thing, you don’t get into details like, ‘How old are you?’  Most a’ them folks don’t even know how old they are.  You don’t worry ‘bout that stuff; you see somethin’ you like,  you just…”
           “The two s’s Roger!” Hardin shrieked out, ending the press conference, and motioning his assistants to get Clemens out of the room.  “Damn, if this boy can’t get outta his own way.  Why won’t he just tell everyone he took that HGH and we’ll be done? Andy Pettitte ain’t no smarter than a small puppy, but he handled it right.”
bill@callofthegreenmonster.com

Jim Leyland Lights Two of His Players on Fire

Leyland Near tragedy struck in the clubhouse of the Detroit Tigers last night after another loss to the Red Sox when two Tigers’ players were lit on fire while sitting near their lockers.  Gary Sheffield and Magglio Ordonez were grieving after the game by themselves when they noticed that someone had set their shoelaces on fire, and the flames were quickly spreading.  Screams filled the clubhouse and panic ensued, but thanks to the handy work of teammates, they were able put out the flaming players with a fire extinguisher. Inexplicably, Sheffield then punched the teammate who saved his life, blaming him for dousing him with the foam from the extinguisher.  “You ever heard of water?” he reportedly screamed.
           Manager Jim Leyland apparently had told his struggling team after the game that he wanted to light a fire under them, and apparently meant it literally.  With the exception of a three-game sweep in Yankee Stadium earlier this year—no big accomplishment—the team has had few highlights.  While Tigers’ publicists tried to explain that Leyland, who smokes about six packs a day, simply tossed an errant cigarette in the direction of the players, the manager was having none of that.   
          “It wasn’t no cigarette,” the interminably grouchy Leyland said. “I picked those two guys because they’re our biggest stars.  We were picked to be the best team in baseball, and we stink.  I’m sick of losing.  Let’s see if this gives us a spark, so to speak.”

bill@callofthegreenmonster.com