Teddy Kokoros sums up last night's Sox game:

... Some random back up catcher from the Mets takes your all-star closer deep to win the game. You can't dwell on it too much and there is nothing to analyze. All you can hope is that you don't miss the playoffs by one game and then look back on the season and think what if that Santos guy did not happen to run into a Papelbon fastball? ...

Red balances good and bad:

... One pitch changed everything, although a timely hit -- Ortiz, Bay, Drew and Lowell were a combined 0-for-15 -- might have given us a little more padding. Either way, it was a taut, exciting game on a gorgeous night at Fenway. Who am I to ask for anything more?

The Herald posts some excerpts from a Jonathan Papelbon interview with Esquire, including one in which he called MbM a "cancer."

Red is especially enamored of the Bot's claims he wouldn't be afraid to lay down some smack even on David Ortiz if need be.

Dirty Water: Send Billy Dunn on the road with the Sox.

Riggs: Send those Dunkin' Donuts commercials to oblivion.

Rob: Send Lowrie to Pawtucket so he can get seasoned to replace Lugo in 2009.

Red: Send Amalie and Heidi up to see me sometime.

Jenn Martinelli cringes whenever that Papelbon butt-slap ad comes on:

... I can't even follow the point of the commercial because I'm so distressed by the dumber than dirt look on Papelbon's face. He just looks so stupid. Like he's trying to figure out something really hard, not act in a Dunkin Donuts commercial.

Earlier:
Stunt butt!

Anybody named Wesley: Please stop reading now; wouldn't want you to poke your eyes out:

The New York Post reports:

A devilish Boston fan working on a concrete crew at the $1.3 billion stadium covertly buried a Red Sox T-shirt under what will become the visiting team's locker room to jinx the Yanks, two construction workers told The Post yesterday. ...

Red, meanwhile, ponders the way Dunkin' Donuts used a stunt derriere in place of Jonathan Papelbon's butt in its newest commercial:

... Honestly, the fact that there's someone out there who got a call from an agent who said, "We need you to be Jonathan Papelbon's ass," is one of the greatest things I've heard in my life. ...

EVERYBODY's doing the Papelbon these days:

A slightly older lad:

Suzanne posts photos including this one of Ellsbury and Kielty:

Green Melinda posts player photos from the parade, such as this one of smokin' Jonathan Papelbon:

Papelbon holding the trophy.

Photos posted under Creative Commons permission.

Yeah, sure, hubby and all, but the Missus is referring to the bag she was spotted wearing after last night's game.

Beth says Red Sox Nation can't get enough of Jonathan Papelbon's new slider/cutter pitch:

... Everyone I know is saying "slutter" at every possible opportunity. Andrew himself said he ran into a friend last night on the road--both were in their cars and met at an intersection, and were having a joking argument through their windows when, as Andrew put it, "the pitch came up." ...

Beth pays attention to the bullpen:

... I noticed that Jonathan was the bullpen representative who stepped out from the bench to welcome Gagne to Munchkinland with a fist-bump after his first walk out to the bullpen, which I would guess puts Jonathan in the position of alpha dog. Being the official fist-bump welcomer has got to be a pretty prestigious position in the pecking order, especially since given the ovation, the entire park and TV audience was watching them. It was at once a gracious gesture and an establishment of exactly whose bullpen this is, thank you very much, now wipe your feet over there and take a seat next to Mike, just watch out you don't get too close if his left eye starts twitching. ...