By: Steve “Mookie” McKay
I think I’m going to change my name to Mookie McKay.
Recently I was somewhat close to obtaining a Beagle puppy. I was going to name it Mookie.
It’s probably a good thing there are no buns in the oven (visive) grandkids on the way, because at this point I would likely sit the parents down and try to explain the merits of naming their little cherub Mookie.
Yes sir, it appears I’ve got myself a Mookie crush…and really-can you blame me?
I’m like most Sox fans, I believe. The Mrs. ‘n me were listening to the Bosox vs. Yanks game last week when Stinkin’ Stanton smacked a grand slam at the Little League field they call Yankee Stadium these days (314’ to the right field seats? Really? I’ve thrown my 8 iron further than that at Bangor Muni!)
I’m a pretty cool customer 99.9% of the time, except when the Sox are getting beat at Yankee stadium, even when they have a 10 game lead in the A.L. East. At moments like this, that far away voice somewhere down in my 1986 brain begins chanting: “they’re gonna blow it…..they’re gonna blow it” even though we now have firm evidence to the contrary thanks to 2004, 2007, and 2013. Still….
But then Mookie makes everything better. Mookie hits for the cycle, guns out a runner at home, catches a rocket launched toward the Green Monster with his teeth, bowls a 300 game, and rescues an adorable child from a burning building. And….he’s batting .343, just notched a 30-30 season (home runs and steals), is responsible for knocking-in 80 of the Boston runs this season, and is only…get this….20-freakin’-5 years old. My snow blower is older than Mookie.
No doubt-Mookie’s da man at the McKay house. If I could just talk some sense into the Mrs., me n’ Mookie the Beagle could cheer for Mookie Mayhem together as we slide toward October awesomeness!
Let’s go Sox!
By: Steve McKay- Sports Chowdah Blogger