The Boston Red Sox: Defenders of the 2004 World Championship!! "Whoever plunges into his experiences with the momentum of hope, will remember so that he cannot forget." - Soren Kierkegaard.

Sunday, September 12, 2004


What a miserable fucking game. I really have nothing good to say about this one beyond saying that Derek Lowe pitched a hell of a game and deserved the win, except for the fact that the offense rolled over and took it in the ass like a convict in a penitentiary shower.
Manny set the tone for this one by comitting a really fucking stupid baserunning error in the first inning: Damon is on third, Manny is on second after smoking a one-out double down the right field line. Varitek hits a ball deep enough to be a sac-fly. Damon tags up and makes for homeplate. Manny forgets how many outs there are and just takes off for third and the Mariners get a double play. Inning over. Run erased. And that was the only time a Red Sox player got anywhere NEAR homeplate today unless they were a) Jason Varitek squatting behind it or b) a hapless batter flailing away beside it.
Normally I want to put Manny in a comfy pair of flannel PJs with little airplanes or fire engines on them, wrap him up in big, clean, fluffy blankets and spoonfeed him Motts Cinnamon Applesauce while watching Dora the Explorer. Today I'd like to lock him in an elevator with Gilbert Godfried singing "Unchained Melody" over and over and over.
Not to be an alarmist, but I really hope that the July-era Red Sox aren't poised to make a comeback at just the wrong time.

p.s. Wait, there is something good to say: Trot and Pokey each got their first start off the DL today in right field and second base respectively. Trot got two hits - a double and a single, although fat lot of good that did in the end. Still, it's good to see him back. I'm a big Trot fan.