As the ALDS stretches into four games, Sox fans begin to reach for a hammer to throw at their TVs.

Soxaholix sums it up:

Doug: Well, the Red Sox bettah close this thing out tonight because I can't take too much more of it.

Bill: What, the stress?

Doug: No, the friggin Frank TV ads. ...

Julia Spitz pines for the RemDawg:

... There actually is a vast conspiracy against Boston teams perpetrated by the national media. They don't like us. They don't get us. And they're dopes. ...

Yeah, like even aside from that guy with his endless closet of Joker-like suits, what was with the "big swing from a little man" crap last night after one of Pedroia's outs?

Alas, looks like Remy is a bit busy right now.

Yay! Now, enough with the puns.

Capn Ho: It was a great (and badly needed) win, and a good way to wash the taste of the events of the last week out of our collective mouths.

But Remy? You're on notice.

And CHB? Stalking does not become you.

Boston Fan in Michigan, for one:

... They sit on my desk and nod encouragingly. It's quite nice.

David Scott makes the case that Jerry Remy is veering toward annoying and has been going downhill ever since Sean McDonough's departure:

... The games have gone from baseball broadcasts to RemDawg infomercials, right down to the dutiful infomercial co-host, Dandy Don Orsillo, who even got his own "Yo-Lo-Go-Lo-Va" t-rag during a recent game. ...

The start of baseball can't come soon enough for Yup:

... I can't wait to hear his voice again, those suit commercials weren't enough to get me through the winter. Rem-dog, whisper your sweet baseball nothings into NESN, go ahead, I'll let you. ...

John might leave work early although he says he doubts it will affect his productivity.

Sully: The Chicago White Sox, flawed though they may be, present a real challenge for the Red Sox.

Red predicts Red Sox in four and glumly notes the absence of the Rem Dawg:

... Can't he muster up some kinda webcast, so we can follow the action wrapped in the comfort of his voice? Don't gimme that crap about "the express written consent of Major League Baseball, etc." Rem Dawg could get all Pump Up The Volume on us like that ::snaps finger::, taking it underground like some sorta broadcast dealer, providing us with a pivotal fix when we need it most. And he should bring that Orsillo feller around as well. 'Cause we like him, too. ...

Hart kicks that thought up a notch:

... Oh, no! Today's game is on ESPN. Does that mean Joe Morgan? Joe frickin' Morgan! Please. I am a good person. Why does God hate me? ...

The baseball-talkin' chicks analyze why nobody seems to care about the White Sox - don't blame Boston for that!

Jay is sick of those silly mayor/governor bets, especially when our offer is so much better.

Bruce rounds up the columnist reactions to today's matchup.

RallyCuff exempts only David Ortiz from a rant so scorching I had to move a couple feet back from my monitor. She probably needs to replace her F and U keys now.

But since we all know the score this morning (8-7), can we take a moment to discuss Jerry Remy? Like, Jerry, WTF is up with the camera focusing on you gesturing toward somebody behind a curtain none of us can see WHILE THE GAME IS GOING ON? But I'm a Certified Curmudeon (tm) and not really a New Englanda, so what do I know?

Turns out I'm not alone. Dave is really starting to dislike the RemDawg:

... [T]he more I watch him (which is a lot, considering that I watch, almost, every sox game from start to finish) the more I feel like he's kind of a douche bag, especially to the play-by-play man Don Orsillo. ...