Clap Your Hands Say Yeah

Snapshots of me come in three flavors: goofy, deranged and retarded. The last photo taken of me in which I looked somewhat human was my fifth grade school portrait. That's kinda why I dig me some Jonathan Papelbon. I've never seen a photo of the guy in which he doesn't look like he's either drunk, hungover or trying to convince some unsuspecting college girls to help him load a sofa into the back of a van. But watching him go apeshit and pump his fists after every save has become an essential component of The Red Sox Experience. And last night he did it for the 132nd time, tying Bob Stanley for the team record. Which means that unless Pap wakes up tomorrow to find that his arms have been eaten by zombies, he should be taking over the top spot before week's end, sloppy grin and all.That wasn't the only piece of awesome tucked into last night's game, which was surprisingly entertaining for match-up against the division's cupcakes. Jay Bay helped secure ...