From a seemingly hopeless 8-1 deficit to a 16-10 victory, the Red Sox offense was in explosive mode tonight. All but one batter in the starting lineup had 2 or more hits- including J.D. Drew who had a homer (!!)- and the only one who didn't was Kevin Cash, who made a number of sacrifice hits to notch up 3 RBI. Four homeruns on the night, and 20 hits for 16 runs. What a difference a day makes from yesterday's 1-0 contest.

But my Baseball Boyfriend of the Day honors have to go to Jacoby Ellsbury, who celebrated his 24th birthday today by going yard with his third major league homer, and knocking in 2 RBI. He's on an 11-game hitting streak, his average is now .373 (!!), and he flings his body around with abandon in pursuit of balls in the outfield. He's a monster. And even though it's his birthday, he gave the birthday present to us when he did this shirtless (!) lockerroom interview snippet with NESN yesterday (EDIT: plus I added the postgame lockerroom interview from tonight as well):

And the best throwaway moments from tonight's broadcast, together in one little clip.

1. Dougie Fresh snuggling up with Beckett on the rail of the dugout in the 6th, while Josh cradles a baseball in his paws. I have a feeling he holds a baseball in his hands during most hours of the day.

2. After J.D. hit his homer, the camera focused on the DRays dugout, and there was a random little kid in Red Sox gear in the background over manager Joe Maddon's shoulder TOTALLY mocking him. Awesome.

I'm also including the J.D. homer in this clip because it's like a precious rarity.

EDIT: 3. Drew and Papi do a weird shimmy-shake dance in the dugout.

EDIT: Reader mouse mused on what Dougie Fresh could have been talking about that necessitated him draping himself on Josh's shoulders. Here is my transcript of their (imagined) conversation:

DOUGIE FRESH: Man, you're not gonna believe the chicken parm recipe I just put together.

JOSH: Great, dude- can you tell me about it without molesting me?

DF: No, man- I'm too excited! I need to hug to express how awesome this fuckin' chicken parm is, man.

J: *stares at baseball nervously*

DF: This chicken parm is gonna ROCK YOUR WORLD, man. You are gonna need medical attention from a doctor or some shit. Or maybe a really hot nurse, like that one nurse I met in Minneapolis that one time who...

J: Hey, Mirabelli- why don't you just email the recipe to me. Oh, and look over there, Tito is calling me... gotta run!

DF: *thinks*

DF: *aloud, to no one in particular* - what is email?