It’s been a busy week for me and when I’m busy I tend to make a lot of observations instead of diving into the depths of a few subjects.  Since I haven’t processed an entire story this week I’m full of questions and I want the answers.

Why did Paul LoDuca wait for umpire, Ted Barrett, to stop Jose Guillen from using Pedro Martinez as a hitting tee yesterday?  Guillen got hit for the second time in the game yesterday, which was Pedro’s third hit batsman, and he had every right to be a tad upset.  Looking like an actual Baseball Fury, Guillen headed towards the mound with bat in hand while screaming to Pedro how he found a new smores recipe that he has to try out.  I’ve never seen a catcher let the umpire do the dirty work before putting any effort into protecting his pitcher.

If they remove a nerve from Eric Gagne’s elbow how will he know if he is hurt in the future? 

What were the odds that Nomar would be on the DL?  5 to 4?

Raise your hands if you’re interested in a Barry Bonds reality show.  This has as much staying power as Shipmates.  Now that MTV no longer shows music videos, does this trend continue with ESPN removing live sports from it’s programming?  Nothing like Disney backing this one.  Hey Dopey.  Do you want the cream or the clear?

When does a hit streak become a “quest for immortality”?  That was used in a teaser on espn.com today.  I don’t even want to hear about it until a player reaches 50 games.  DiMaggio’s streak is so unattainable, at this point, that anything under 40 games shouldn’t even be news.  Instead, we’re subjected to cut-ins during every Jimmy Rollins at bat.

Why is David Wells on my shite list right now?  Missing a turn in the starting rotation has Josh Beckett pitching the Fenway home opener.  Game 2 is the Boomer opener.  That’s the game I’m going to.  Instead of remaining intensely focused on every Beckett pitch, my new goal is a bit more modest.  I’ll be drinking Wells’ weight in beer.

I saw Fever Pitch last night for the first time.  Who the hell did the fact and logic checking on that film?  The Farrelly brothers, of all people, should have never shortchanged that movie quite like they did.  During Game 4 of the ALCS I was freezing my ass off in the bleachers with thirty five thousand other people.  I don’t recall anybody being dressed for a late May match-up.  That same game occurred on a Sunday night.  Who has a work promotion party on a Sunday night?  Also, that film would have been a thousand times better if you removed Barrymore’s character along with her friends?  Unless Ione Skye was doing a nude scene this should have happened in editing.  I also hope Nick Hornby received more than $20 million for allowing his wonderful autobiography being turned into a shell of itself.  If you read Fever Pitch you cannot digest the thoughts and emotions that Hornby has for the Arsenal Gunnars without relating to it as a Red Sox fan.  This is what baffles me more than anything.  That book was written for fans.  The Farrelly’s could have done the same thing, by not including the stupid romantic comedy element, because the unique part of Red Sox Nation is that men, women and children of all ages and races love their team.  The people would have come Peter and Bobby.