Lord of the Red Sox 9, Change of Plan

Well, the Sox had all but clinched the AL East at this point. They kept winning, and the whole point of the Lord of the Red Sox storyline was to lose the AL East and take the wild card. So I had to changes to make in the story. Then looking at what pictures to use it struck me how much the wall of Helmsdeep looked like the Green Monster at Fenway. Mount Doom was already cast as Yankee stadium, so I figured I would put both settings into this one story...


"The Lord of the Red Sox" mojo presents...

Change of Plan

Scene: Fenway Park, Monster seats.




Lowell: It was nice of Tito to give us the day off.



Lugo: Well, to stick with our plan of taking the Wild Card we have to tank a couple of games. These seats are pretty sweet too.



Lowell: Best seats in the majors.



BigPapi: My seat won't go up any higher. I cannot see a thing.



Lugo: Shall I describe the game for you, or would you like me to find you a box?


Meanwhile….
Scene: Yankee Stadium, Third level bleachers, first row overlooking the field.




Pedrioa: We made it, Youk. Now all we have to do is drop the AL East Ring and the Wild Card will be ours.

[Pedroia holds the ring over the railing]



Youk: Go on! Now! Throw it in!



[Pedroia stares at the ring, and thinks]



Youk: What are you waiting for? Just let it go!

[Pedroia turns an looks at Sam]


Pedroia: The Ring is ours. @#&% the Wild Card. You know this will come down the Yankees and us. You know it's going to go 7 games. Would you rather play game 7 in this hell hole or back in Fenway?



Youk: uh…Fenway…What the hell were we thinking?



Pedroia: I don't know, let's go, I've got a phone call to make.


Back at Fenway…




Tito: (Comes out on the field in his League approved uniform and shouts up to the Monster seats) CHANGE OF PLAN BOYS, GET YOUR ASSES DOWN HERE, WE ARE GONNA TAKE THE AL EAST!!!!



Lugo: Sweet!



BigPapi: Let me at them!



Lowell: Wait a minute, who is pitching tonight?



Beckett: Don’t worry guys, I got this one…and we will WIN!



(of course the Sox lose this game. I was thinking I would take a break from the Lord of the Red Sox Mojo, but no...)

Lord fo the Red Sox 8, Know your Role, Rookie!

The Sox kept winning, and onward rolled the Lord of the Red Sox Mojo. Lester was due to pitch in his last start before being moved to the bullpen for the playoffs. Later Wake strained something and was unable to pitch in the world series so Lester got his start. I had almost cast Lester as Farimir...but there was a major scene with Eowyn that I had rolling about in my head, and Lester fit that story better...

"Lord of the Red Sox" Mojo presents...

Know your role rookie!


Lester: Damn it! Lowell! I just heard I'm being moved to the bullpen for the playoffs.



Lowell: That is an honorable role.



Lester: This is because I'm a......rookie isn't it.



Lowell: OK, now you're just being silly.



Lester: To sit there, not knowing if and when I will be called upon. I'm not even sure of what situation I'll be brought in for. What kind of renown is that?



Lowell: My Lad, there may come a time for valor without renown. Who will Red Sox Nation look to should we need help early in a game?



Lester: Let me start. I know I can win a game for us.


Lowell: It's not my call. Look at it this way. I know you were not here in '04, heck neither was I. But who played one of the biggest parts in that playoff run. Derek Freakin' Lowe.


D-Lowe: Huh?


Lowell: (Ignores D-Lowe) Start the playoffs in the Bullpen and ends up being the only player in the history of the game to win all 3 clinching playoff games. Go to the pen, we'll call on yah when we need yah.


Lester: Mm---okay.



Lowell: But Tonight we need your best stuff in order to keep the pressure on the Yankees.

Lester puts on ball cap.


Lester: Do not worry...for tonight we will WIN!

Lord of the Red Sox 7, The King of Fenway

The Red Sox kept winning games so "The Lord of the Red Sox" post I was making became a sort of "Mojo" over in the Sons of Sam Horn Sandbox. I had to keep posting. It was Schilling's turn to pitch, so it was time to introduce him as Theoden. Schilling was also coming back from some down time mid summer, after that awesome 1 hitter against Oakland. As chance would have it his opponent this night would be Oakland again...whose mascot is an elephant, which I had to tie into the story. Grima Wormtounge also had been cast...

"Lord of the Red Sox" mojo presents...

The King of Fenway

Scene: Looking to get Schilling’s pitching back on track for the playoffs, Varitek, Lowell, Lugo and BigPapi walk out to the bullpen. When they arrive they find Schilling looking out of shape and not in his uniform, with a dark figure by his side.


Clemens: My friend, Varitek the Captain is coming. He is a herald of woe.



Tek: The velocity of your fastball is somewhat lessened of late, Schilling the Blogger.



Clemens: He is not welcome here.



Schilling: Why should I welcome you Varitek Pitch-caller?



Clemens: A Just question my friend. Late is the time in the season when this group comes for your aid. Career enders I call them. Save your arm for seasons to come…



Tek: Be silent! Keep your slick tounge behind your teeth. I have not fought through a broken elbow and a hitting slump to bandy crooked words with a Texas Conman. I saw you pitch in the World Baseball classic…you have nothing left in your arm and only poisonous words spew from your lips.



Clemens: Curt, I’ve only ever thought of you. I turned your career around. I taught you the split finger fastball. If you listen to me and save your arm, you can pitch 4 or 5 more years just like me.



BigPapi: Didn’t I see Manny take you yard at the 2004 All-Star game...In your Home park? Didn’t you give up 6 runs in the first inning, in a game they were giving you some lifetime award for being a great pitcher? I’d be quiet if I were you.



Tek: Free your mind from the web of lies Clemens has spread. Help lead Red Sox Nation to another world series. Your path back to greatness is on the mound in Fenway.



Schilling: (takes a deep breath and the glossy look leaves his eyes)



Schilling: Begone from here Clemens Fork-tounge!


Lowell and Lugo grab Clemens and throw him out of Fenway.


Lowell: One, Two, Three…Heave!



Clemens: EEEEEeeeeeee!



Lugo: Damn, that fat bastard was heavy!



Tek: You would remember your old strength if you put on your uniform.


Schilling gets dressed.


Schilling: So who am I pitching against tonight?



Oakland Athletics: EEeRungh!!!



Schilling: The Arm of Great38 will pitch one last time in Fenway before the playoffs….and we shall WIN!