Dan Kennedy doesn't think Lobel has provided enough proof for his serious allegation against Manny Ramirez (that Ramirez took a dive in an at-bat against Mariano Rivera to protest a huge fine for knocking down the team traveling secretary).

Meanwhile, Dan Shaughnessy admits he reads blogs, in a column in which the CHB airs out his perpetual grievance against Ramirez without ever actually saying Lobel is right. Neat Shanky trick.

Jeff Louderbeck isn't buying Lobel's version, either:

... Like many members of the Boston sports media, Lobel has little credibility. Much like Dan Shaughnessy does with his written words, Lobel stirs the pot with his mouth, speaking before thinking. In fact, Lobel's words have already been dismissed by one of the few credible Boston media members, Gordon Edes of the Boston Globe. According to Edes' 3:46 p.m. post on the Extra Bases blog, Ramirez' fine was wildly overstated. ...

Which makes one wonder why Shaughnessy felt compelled to lead with Lobel's version.

Schilling posts photos from his shoulder surgery. Fun for budding surgeons everywhere.

Want to get juiced with Jason Varitek? Plastered with Big Papi? Three sheets to the wind with Yooooooooook? Well, now you can, kind of.

Check your local packie for charity wines from Longball Cellars. I kid you not.

Hic!

Expected retail is $13 a bottle. Sales benefit six different charities chosen by the players.

We've come a long way from Big Yaz Bread, baby!

Not only has WEEI hired away two Herald sports writers to try to turn its Web site into the major go-to site for New England sports info, but it's advertising for some serious Web/systems help, Mats Tolander reports:

... I like weei.com's Director of Product Development:

You recognize Emacs is the one true editor (though I suppose vi will do in a pinch; anything but Frontpage). ...

Only $9! Oh, well, yeah, it is a mile and a half away from the park.

Kids build a wiffleball replica of Fenway Park and all hell breaks loose.

That, of course, would never happen here: We'd let them build their field, then padlock it so nobody could use it.

Joy of Sox provides the play by play:

... I'd want Castig to come to my hospital and call the operation. "And his eyesight returns, can you believe it?" ...

Speaking of baseball and health care, Bruce reports an odd sensation:

... I was watching some baseball highlights just now and I found myself rooting for the Yankees to beat Tampa Bay.

I think I need a shower.

And some penicillin.

Kristen enjoyed last night's game, in particular, Matsuzaka's performance:

... Normally I find myself yelling at the TV, "You don't get candy for every extra pitch you throw, Daisuke!" as he proceeds to take an 0-2 count to 3-2 before either walking the guy or striking him out with a brilliant pitch that, for the love of all things small and furry, I can't figure out why he didn't use twenty minutes ago.

But last night seemed less irritating. I didn't even want to kill Julio Lugo. Well, no more than usual. ...

Aw, A-Rod just wants to talk all night. After having sex with a stripper to make up for getting a glove facial from Jason Varitek.

From Manny's silly plate appearance to the alleged bats at the bottom of the order, Red grew frustrated last night - all the more so because watching the game meant several hours of ESPN announcers:

... [A] loss after you've had to endure four hours of Joe Morgan and Jon Miller is like a form of torture. Why can't ESPN offer alternate audio tracks, kinda like a DVD, enabling viewers to choose from either the actual commentating or something a little less aurally offensive, like squealing breaks, an iron glove on a chalkboard, or Stephen Hawking reading all the Frank Booth dialogue from Blue Velvet?