Lester Gets The Gold Star
Without a doubt, my Baseball Boyfriend of the Day goes to Jon Lester- who valiantly battled through the Indians lineup and managed to be the one bright spot in an otherwise fairly dark sky.
I wish I could say that the back-to-back-to-back homers gave me hope that we were turning it around, that we would come from behind and take the W– but that would be a lie. Because as special as it was to see a feat like that in person, the circumstances didn’t really allow those of us Sox fans there to enjoy it. And any slim, teeny, miniscule sliver of hope that burgeoned was quickly extinguished as the next 3 batters retired in order… and then was completely stomped out when we couldn’t score in the next inning, either.
Sitting through that fifth inning was brutal. Like a good little soldier, I kept scoring the game throughout the whole debacle- and few things are more painful to a baseball fan than having to move over to the next column to continue scoring the inning, because the other team has batted around (and then some). That Youkilis juggling act was right in front of me, and Dustin Pedroia had the same look of horror on his face that I did as we both watched him bobble and drop that ball. The diving missed catch by Coco was heartbreaking. And the E5- oh, lord, the E5- that earned a loud and raucous round of “YOUK!” cheers from the crowd… the ones in Indians garb.
When JD Drew’s batting average is better than Mike Lowell and Dustin Pedroia, things are not right with the world.
Going into Monday’s game, it was as though we were back to square one in a best-of-5 series. Now we’re down to a three game stand, but it’s do or die. All or nothing. We absolutely must sweep our opponent, or it’s the end of the line.
Lucky for us, we happen to have an ace up our sleeve.
We have plenty of time to worry about game 6 and game 7 later.
its to bad after seeing him pitch so well last night that they didn’t let him start that inning in the second game. thanks lester it to bad our offense didn’t show up
Josh looks like he’s been hunting – is that a disembodied arm he’s carrying?
You know things are pathetic when I’m on the T, pick up a Metro someone left on the seat next to me and wince more at the words there than at the picture of Doug Mirabelli striking out.
Lester did do well yesterday. I had to stop watching the game after the back-to-back-to-backs, believing that I had jinxed it and decided that unless I sleeptalked (sleepspoke?), the Sox would be better off.
Aieeeeee! El Chupacabra!
CLARE. DO NOT MAKE ME COME DOWN THERE TO PHILLY AND RUMBLE WITH YOU. At least he doesn’t punk out like a little bitch and whine about playing.
And Fozzie – it wouldn’t surprise me if he went on a little Indian hunt, and bagged himself a few trophies for mounting on his gameroom wall.