Rally Monkey
After the ALDS Massacre
Ventuckey, Calif. 2009
In hindsight it looks like Tessie didn't take the piss poor performance of the Boston Red Sox in their limited post-season appearance. The Red Sox backed into the playoffs lackadaisically without really having to fight for the spot. Anytime the team was remotely close to challenging the Yankees for the division, the Sawx would drop for or five straight and fall further and further behind. Everyone said they were taking it easy for the playoffs. Everyone said they were built for October. Everyone said they would wake up from their summer slump as soon as the ALDS began. Well that turned out to be hooky.
Big Papi and company faced off against the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim for game one and two in Anaheim. The grand ole' BoSox sleep-walked through the first two games in Anaheim notching one impotent run in 18 innings. The Angel's sickly sweet and not too lovable mascot, the Rally Monkey, was going crazy with postseason victory bliss. The Monkey's Angels were a game away from the championship series. This is nothing new for the Sox. They are the only team to bounce back from a 3-0 deficit and a 3-1 deficit (twice) to go on and win the series. Everyone fully expected the team to explode once the series returned to Fenway. Home field advantage is huge for the Sawx. Well they did turn it up a notch but inconsistency in their bullpen ultimately doomed their comeback hopes. With two outs in the 9th, a multiple run lead, and he best closer in MLB on the mound the Sawx collapsed in true Beantown fashion. Game three was lost and with it any sense of respectability in the division. The Rally Monkey was throwing poop on the disheartened Boston faithful.
That seems to have been too much for poor Tessie-- her being a tried and true, Sweet Caroline singing, YOUK chanting, card carrying member of Red Sox Nation. After all her namesake song Tessie has been the de facto postseason rally cry of the Fenway faithful since the turn of the last century. I turned my back for just one second I swear. When I looked back she had torn the poor Angels Rally Monkey to shreds. As she pulled every last fuzzy morsel from its head she grinned without remorse. Game three left a bad taste in her mouth. The Rally Monkey did not. It was a small consolation I imagine to eat the Rally Monkey. Hey, I can't find any fault in that. If I could I would eat a rally monkey too. There is always next year...
Rally. Monkey.
Lost his head...
No remorse.
After the ALDS Massacre
Ventuckey, Calif. 2009
In hindsight it looks like Tessie didn't take the piss poor performance of the Boston Red Sox in their limited post-season appearance. The Red Sox backed into the playoffs lackadaisically without really having to fight for the spot. Anytime the team was remotely close to challenging the Yankees for the division, the Sawx would drop for or five straight and fall further and further behind. Everyone said they were taking it easy for the playoffs. Everyone said they were built for October. Everyone said they would wake up from their summer slump as soon as the ALDS began. Well that turned out to be hooky.
Big Papi and company faced off against the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim for game one and two in Anaheim. The grand ole' BoSox sleep-walked through the first two games in Anaheim notching one impotent run in 18 innings. The Angel's sickly sweet and not too lovable mascot, the Rally Monkey, was going crazy with postseason victory bliss. The Monkey's Angels were a game away from the championship series. This is nothing new for the Sox. They are the only team to bounce back from a 3-0 deficit and a 3-1 deficit (twice) to go on and win the series. Everyone fully expected the team to explode once the series returned to Fenway. Home field advantage is huge for the Sawx. Well they did turn it up a notch but inconsistency in their bullpen ultimately doomed their comeback hopes. With two outs in the 9th, a multiple run lead, and he best closer in MLB on the mound the Sawx collapsed in true Beantown fashion. Game three was lost and with it any sense of respectability in the division. The Rally Monkey was throwing poop on the disheartened Boston faithful.
That seems to have been too much for poor Tessie-- her being a tried and true, Sweet Caroline singing, YOUK chanting, card carrying member of Red Sox Nation. After all her namesake song Tessie has been the de facto postseason rally cry of the Fenway faithful since the turn of the last century. I turned my back for just one second I swear. When I looked back she had torn the poor Angels Rally Monkey to shreds. As she pulled every last fuzzy morsel from its head she grinned without remorse. Game three left a bad taste in her mouth. The Rally Monkey did not. It was a small consolation I imagine to eat the Rally Monkey. Hey, I can't find any fault in that. If I could I would eat a rally monkey too. There is always next year...
Rally. Monkey.
Lost his head...
No remorse.
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