Game 69: June 20, 2006
Nationals (32-41), 3
Red Sox (41-28), 11
L: Livan Hernandez (5-8)
W: Tim Wakefield (5-8)
The game last night proceeded as leisurely as Tim Wakefield’s pitches do to the plate. Easygoing, unforced, flowing, and yet not predictable. Enough variation to be pleasing, not so much fluctuation as to be discomfiting, like finding a newly-opened used bookstore or hot dog and ice cream parlour along your usual walk.
Haute cusine hot dogs seem to be a new trend. One called Hot Diggity opened up in my town and I drive by the New England Hot Dog Company on my commute. The NEHDC offers a little more in terms of types of hot dogs, from kosher to vegetarian dogs, but Hot Diggity has that mom and pop, hometown feel.
Coco Crisp didn’t hot dog it when he hit his first home run in Fenway in the seventh inning. It was an offensive onslaught to be remebered, with every Red Sox player except Mike Lowell and Willie Harris enjoying at least one hit. The home team had a season-high total of 17 hits in the game.
I feel as if I’ve been too verbose of late. Pictures say a thousand words, and Pine Tar Helmet’s Artpad creations say even more than that, and all of them are hilarious. If you’re wondering what to expect, think Choi Hoon’s cartoons, but set mainly in the Red Sox universe.