12 February 2005

Equipment Truck On It's Way, Mueller With Surgery...

The signs are starting to show... we're only days away, and in one of the more inspiring days in all of winter, the Boston Red Sox equipment truck has been packed up, and is making it's way down to City of Palms Park in Ft. Myers, Fla as we speak. Pictured above, head clubhouse attendant, (the great) Pookie Jackson leads the effort. Sox fans lined the streets to cheer the truck on as it lumbered out of town.

Welcome to baseball in Boston.


In less exciting news, apparently offseason workouts exposed the need for another knee surgery on Bill Mueller's right hinge, which took place Monday morning. Mueller is expected to miss a month, which would put him back in action about a week to a week-and-a-half before Opening Day. If there are any setbacks, Youkilis was (ably) fill his spot until return.

Thankfully this is one that's happening pre-season as opposed to (as in last year) midseason. In better news though, Mantei has been throwing off flat ground for over a week now, and expects to be "ready to go." Also, Trot Nixon has reported improved strength and comfort in both his ailing back and quad(s) on his spot with an ESPNRadio talk show. He's gonna be killer this year.

Wade Miller, meanwhile, is continuing his program. Nothing conclusive on his progress yet, but he'll apparently try throwing again next week. If I had to guess, Wade starts his first game for the Sox in mid-June.


He wrote two of the greatest pieces of American literature in Death of a Salesman and The Crucible, wrote the screenplay for The Misfits, a great film (both Clark Gable and Marilyn Monroe's last), was married to Marilyn Monroe, and also happened to be one of my very favorite writers of all time.

Arthur Miller died today of heart failure at the age of 89. I remember the first time I read Death of a Salesman very, very vividly- it was like someone writing something so perfectly and so dead-on, you were accepting it as pure oxygen-like truth. There are scenes so powerful in that play, all I need to do is think about them and it gets me a little choked up. It took him six weeks to write. If Arthur Miller had never done anything else, he'd have been one of the all-time greats.

But he was a prolific, wonderfully gifted writer. He was born in 1915, and died today (February 11th) in his Connecticut home.

I'm posting Bill from TWEED's "obituary" here because it largely represents how I encountered Miller (more or less), and says it really well. You can read the article here at TWEED.

Arthur Miller Remembered
William Wallace
Saturday, 12 Feb 2005. New York NY

After 89 years, Arthur Miller dies, leaving us to celebrate the life, times and achievements of an American genius.

I remember it was 1998. I was a Junior at Fairfield College Preparatory School in Fairfield CT. A young buck, I had dreams and aspirations like any other kid my age; adolescent, puerile, even some delinquent. But still, I shared with the rest of my brethren in America an idea of a future and a belief that, truly, if I held tight to my dreams and believed in those dreams, they would one day become a reality.

And then I met Willy Loman.

Willy Loman tried. Willy Loman tried so hard. He wanted so badly to believe he was something, that he was someone. He needed for his children to see a man who had accomplished something real with his long life, for them to see a man whose hard work as a dedicated salesman had paid off as he reached old age. But, as outside observers, we saw the truth: Willy was a disillusioned salesman, tired and weary, grown up and grown old on delusions of grandeur. He dreamed of owning a business, of making riches, of being known and, most importantly, having a grand funeral procession so long, the eye could barely see its end. Each day, Willy would put on a smile for the world, reciting a line from the American Dream. And in the end, it killed him, left him with an empty heart, a paltry funeral and a lackluster legacy.

Such a painstaking truth about the American dream can really knock the wind out of a man, strong and steady. For your average, experienced adult, such a genuine expression of hopeless might bring forth a bit of emotional distress. But it is the power of that play, the ability of this playwright to tear at the very soul of a 16 year-old boy that is both solemn and remarkable. It is true; I can remember those pangs of failure, anger, alienation and distrust so vividly. Miller was able to take me, a mere high school student, deep into the recesses of my own mind, baiting me to ask of myself the inevitable question, “What have you done with your life?” Thinking back on how much that piece affected me, and at such a young age, only one word comes to mind: “Amazing.”

This says a lot about a writer. My story, my paralyzing experience reading “Death of A Salesman” is a testament to Arthur Miller’s genius and craftsmanship and it is today that we must say goodbye to this great mind, this great writer. After 89 years, Miller leaves us with a catalogue of brilliance and a legacy much greater than that of his own creation, Willy Loman.

Arthur Miller’s brilliance extends far beyond just one play. He began writing in the 1940's when he conjured up “The Man Who Had All the Luck” followed by the hit plays “All My Sons” in 1947 and “Death of A Salesman” in 1949, both of which won the New York Drama Critics’ Circle’s best play award, with “Death of a Salesman” taking home the Pulitzer in 1949. Following, in 1953, Miller wrote a reactionary piece to the McCarthy era Red scare entitled, “The Crucible,” winning a Tony Award for that production. His career is further marked by film “The Misfits” and plays “After the Fall,” “The Ride Down Mt. Morgan” and 1994's “Broken glass.” This is not to mention a 5-year rocky marriage to superstar Marilyn Monroe and a lifetime achievement award at the age of 83. Even as recently as this past week, Miller had been planning a revival of “Death of a Salesman” in London with producer, David Reichenthal. It is still scheduled to go on beginning in May.

Mr. Miller passed away Thursday night of heart failure in his Connecticut home surrounded by family. Thus, we must say “goodbye” to this great writer, honoring him in the best way we know how; by continuing to treasure his works and by acknowledging and celebrating his life in ways only Willy Loman ever dreamed.


Finally, this is a very cool site with these bizarre cartoons devoted to MLB- teams, playoff series... you name it. Here was my personal favorite (amended from a longer one)-

It just translates really well, the embarassment, doesn't it?

There are a number of Sox-related ones.
David Ortiz/ Anaheim Angels
2004 ALCS comic
2004 World Series comic
Tim Wakefield comic
2004 Boston Red Sox

Don't ask me what any of them mean. Some of them are really, really weird. Check them out- they're a lot of fun.

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PTH here...

Did you get the Pedro cartoon from RR? That one is amusing. There's a few others...

Hooray for Truck Day! :) Hopefully Mueller will be right on track and be back by Opening Day

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