Empyreal Environs

Game 134: August 31, 2006
Blue Jays (69-65), 4
Red Sox (72-62), 6
L: Roy Halladay (16-5)
BS, W: Manny Delcarmen (4, 2-0)
H: Mike Timlin (21)
S: Jonathan Papelbon (35)

It was a subdued homecoming. When I bought these tickets, I remember perusing the season schedule to pinpoint what should be a decisive game. I had envisioned us returning from a triumphant road trip, flush with victory and ready to face those interlopers from the north for an AL East showdown. For, in my dream of dreams, the Yankees were in fourth place behind the Devils Rays and the Blue Jays and Red Sox were to clash for the divisional crown.

Instead, the ball club returned with a nearly-empty bench and even more vacant chances to make the postseason. Even worse, key players were stricken from the ranks by ills that could be far worse than any injury experienced in the normal course of play.

So, it should have come as no surprise that David Wells was scratched from his start. Matt of NU50, who I was going to the game with, called me as I made my way to the park.

“I’m sitting in Boston Beer Works and the crawl along the bottom of the screen changed from ‘Halladay vs. Wells’ to ‘Halladay vs. Tavarez.’ I’m trying to figure out what’s going on but none of the televisions have sound.”

“How drunk are you?” Knowing Matt, it’s a fair question to ask.

“I’m not drunk. Yet.”

“It’s the best way to watch the games, these days,” though, thanks to my insufficient aldehyde dehydrogenase, it’s not a state I may attain.

Through text messages with a friend quick on the browser refresh button, it transpired that Wells was indeed traded. He was sent to his hometown of San Diego for a player to be named later. Rumor has it that catching prospect George Kottaras will be named in the deal.

Although the actual circumstances of the game were far different from my original expectations, win is a win is a win is a win. I also had loge seats that, despite the walkway traffic advisory, were an outstanding vantage point to try out my new camera, a Canon S3 IS. If you’re interested in seeing Brian Butterfield’s nostril hairs, this is the tool for you.

It even made Dustin Pedroia seem large (when he wasn’t standing near normal-sized people).

Pedroia made an extraordinary play in the eighth inning to keep the home team in the lead. Mike Timlin had given up a ringing leadoff single to Lyle Overbay. Gregg Zaun nearly rapped a grounder past Pedroia, but the rookie second baseman was able to snag the ball before it dribbled into the outfield and fired to Alex Cora for the force at second. Cora smoothly transferred the ball to the waiting glove of Carlos Peña for the second out of the inning.

Cora patted Pedroia on the head after the twin killing.

Timlin gave up single to Alex Rios, but this time Terry Francona staunched the bleeding immediately by calling on closer Jonathan Papelbon.

Even Papelbon required defensive intervention, however, as Red Sox-killing Aaron Hill lined what seemed sure to be a hit for the go-ahead run, as Rios had swiped second to get into scoring position.

Out of the ether came a diving Gabe Kapler, who had replaced Eric Hinske in the top of the inning, for the final out of the eighth.

The Red Sox had a lead to defend thanks only to Rios’s gaffes in the seventh. The inning started off promisingly with Peña’s wall-scraping double, but he was erased from the keystone bag on Pedroia’s failed sacrifice bunt attempt. Pedroia’s hustle to first, however, ensured there would be a runner on the base paths. After Coco Crisp flied out to center, Cora took the dish.

The shortstop’s fly ball to right didn’t seem to have enough off the bat for a roundtripper, and indeed it didn’t. Rios’s reaction time was good; perhaps too good. After muffing the catch, he was able to swat at the ball with his right hand. Unfortunately for him, he swatted it into the first row of the stands.

It was Cora’s first home run of the season.

Mike Lowell propelled a more traditional roundtripper into the Monster seats in the first inning with two men on for the early lead.

Matt and I undertook the Berman Nickname Challenge throughout the game. I forgot many of our inventions, but I’m sure he’ll be chiming in with his contributions shortly.

• Eric Hinske
  J: Eric Hinske Season is Open
  
• Mike Lowell
  J: Mike Sweet and Lowell
  M: Mike Exit 44, Route 3 to Lowell Connector
  
• Frank Catalanotto
  J: Frank Catalanacho Mama
  M: Frank Catalanacho Belle Grande, Frank Curiosity Killed the Catalanotto
  
• Javy Lopez
  J: Javy Lopez Dispenser, Javy Nagila
  M: Javy Gun, Will Travel, Javy LoPants
  
• Gregg Zaun
  J: Gregg Zaun of the Dead
  M: Gregg is so Boring He Makes Me Zaun
  
• Aaron Hill
  J: Aaron Over the Hill
  M: Aaron King of the Hill, Aaron Battle of Bunker Hill, Aaron Anita Hill
  
• John McDonald
  J: “He’s going to go e-i-e-i-o-fer.”
  M: “Just. Stop.”
• Russ Adams
  J: Russ Adams Family
  M: Russ Quincy Adams
• Brian Butterfield
  J: Brian I Can’t Believe it’s Not Butterfield
  M: Brian Straw-Butterfields Forever, Brian Butterfield of Dreams
• Kevin Youkilis
  J: Kevin He’s Making a Youkilis and Checking it Twice
  M: Kevin You’re So Funny, You-kil-is Every Time
• Alex Cora
  M: Alex Mantle is Beneath the Cora
• Lyle Overbay
  J: Lyle, Lyle Crocodile Overbay
  M: Lyle Over-eaters-anonymous-bay
• Dustin Pedroia
  J: Dustin the Wind Pedroia
  M: I’m Sick of These Dustin Pedroia-ing Snakes on This Dustin Pedroia-ing Plane!
• Troy Glaus
  J: Troy Lip Glaus
  M: Glaus of Troy, the man who launched a thousand hits, Troy Through the Looking Glaus
• Vernon Wells
  J: Mt. Vernon Wells
• Alex Rios
  J: Alex Cheer Rios
  M: Alex Blame it on Rios, Alex His Name is Rios and He Dances on the Sand
• Carlos Peña
  J: Carlos the Peña and the Pleasure
  M: Carlos Peña, the man whose babies I most want to have (after David Ortiz)

I’ll be posting pictures from the game later on tonight.

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Tags: Blue Jays ∙ games in-person

Game 133: August 30, 2006
Red Sox (71-62), 2
Athletics (77-56), 7
L: Curt Schilling (14-7)
W: Barry Zito (15-8)

Curt Schilling earned the 3,000th strikeout of his career yesterday. He undoubtedly would have liked to reach this milestone under better circumstances than in the midst of his team’s free fall in both the AL East and wild card standings. However, I am fairly certain he is honored to have attained this mark with the Boston Red Sox. His career has brought him time and again back to Olde Towne Team.

It was the same franchise that drafted him in the second round of the 1986 draft. Two years later he was traded, along with Brady Anderson, to the Baltimore Orioles for Mike Boddicker. On September 7, 1988, in the second inning of a match-up between the Orioles and the Red Sox at Memorial Stadium, Schilling induced Todd Benzinger to half-heartedly swing in the second inning for the first major league strikeout of his career. Oddly enough, Benzinger’s jersey number: 38. Schilling wore 43 with the Orioles.

Schilling wasn’t given the opportunity to distinguish himself in Baltimore and was shuffled off to the Houston Astros in 1991. It was the year that Roger Clemens approached him and told Schilling to get his act together, but with more rustic terminology, as befitting a man born in Ohio and raised in Texas. They had crossed paths when Schilling was a fledgling hurler in the Red Sox organization, and Clemens was not impressed with how the younger man was squandering away his potential.

Since that encounter, Schilling crafted himself into the clutch pitcher you see today.

Congratulations, Curt, for turning it around for yourself and all the teams on which you’ve played.

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Tags: Athletics ∙ Schilling

Game 132: August 29, 2006
Red Sox (71-61), 1
Athletics (76-56), 2
L: Josh Beckett (14-9)
W: Kirk Saarloos (7-6)
H: Kiko Calero (20)
H: Joe Kennedy (8)
S: Justin Duchscherer (6)

So, yesterday I said, “Even if Oakland had only a two-run lead, the game would still seem unwinnable.” I didn’t really mean it. Until Doug Mirabelli hacked at the backup closer’s last pitch I truly believed the Red Sox would prevail.

Such is the nature of faith. It knows knows no bounds, like how foul lines used to extend to infinity. Ah, the good old days, when there was a complementary 90 degrees of foul territory behind home plate.

That was never actually the case, mind you. I was researching the definition of foul territory and uncovered this bit of history from Interesting Baseball Issues and Facts:

With the exception of a couple of months at the start of the 1920 season, from 1906 to 1930 the foul lines were “infinitely long”: A fly ball over the fence had to land in fair territory (as determined by the infinitely long foul lines), or be fair when last seen by the umpire, in order to be a home run.

The rule is now found in Section 6.09d and was changed to its current state in 1930:

A fair ball passes over a fence or into the stands at a distance from home base of 250 feet or more. Such hit entitles the batter to a home run when he shall have touched all bases legally. A fair fly ball that passes out of the playing field at a point less than 250 feet from home base shall entitle the batter to advance to second base only.

Am I reading that wrong? It seems to me that seems to say that there can be ground-rule homers as long as the ball was hit 250 feet or more. I read the rest of 6.09, and nothing else seemed to contradict my interpretation.

The Red Sox could have used some ground-rule home runs last night. For the ninth game in a row of the team had ten or fewer hits, but at least they were able to score a run. In the sixth, Kevin Youkilis propelled a two-out double into mid-right field near the foul line. Eric Hinske muscled a grounder past Kirk Saarloos into shallow center and Youkilis hustled to halve the run deficit.

Carlos Peña laced his first hit as a Red Sox player into center with one down in the seventh and advanced on a single by Mirabelli that just cleared the hole between Eric Chavez and Marco Scutaro.

Ken Macha brought out Kiko Calero to face Dustin Pedroia, who grounded out but advanced the runners. The struggling Coco Crisp (.311 OBP for the month of August, which is actually up from his July percentage) struck out to kill the nascent rally.

Most pitchers’ duels have a few defensive dazzlers to their credit, and this match-up was no exception.

In the bottom of the fourth, after Oakland had scored the first run of the game on a two-out double by their shortstop, Crisp made a stupendous catch of a fast-falling Jay Payton fly. Crisp covered an incredible amount of ground on his route and timed his last-second leap perfectly. Following the nab, the center fielder slid another five feet or so, such was his momentum. Josh Beckett actually yelled, “Wow!”

Manny Delcarmen relieved Beckett in the eighth and waged a monumental 13-pitch standoff against Frank Thomas. Thomas eventually prevailed on a line drive single to Youkilis, who promptly relayed to Alex Cora. Cora flawlessly positioned himself for receipt of the ball, turned, and fired to home plate on one bounce to an expectant Mirabelli. Mark Kotsay had an unpleasant encounter with catcher’s shinguards and ball embraced by glove waiting for him at home plate.

Beckett deserved a “wow” of his own. He lasted for seven solid innings, compiling a line of five hits, two earned runs, three walks, and four strikeouts. Despite the cut to his middle finger, Beckett was able to snap off his curveball. The fireballer seemed more confident with Mirabelli as his backstop, a fact that Terry Francona should note. I hope Beckett will be able to use that digit upon his return to Boston to flip off the motorist who got into an accident with Jon Lester on Storrow Drive, causing the rookie’s back injury.

Sad as it may seem to focus on these minor triumphs, at least the events of this game shows they have the talent to accomplish plays that will eventually win games for them.

Faith, unlike foul lines, will always extend endlessly, no matter what the rules say.

30 August 2006 ∙ 12:56 PM ∙ August 2006 Game Comments ∙ Permalink ∙ Comments: 5
Tags: Athletics ∙ rules

Game 131: August 28, 2006
Red Sox (71-60), 0
Athletics (75-56), 9
L: Kason Gabbard (0-3)
W: Esteban Loiaza (8-7)

Like Sunday’s game, the only Red Sox highlights were on the defensive side. Eric Hinske began the exploits in the first inning. The Red Sox right fielder chased down Milton Bradley’s fly ball to the gap at full stride and stretched at last second to glove the ball for the second out of the first inning. The play saved a run from scoring and stopped Bradley from an extra base hit.

Don Orsillo compared Hinske to Dwight Evans, eliciting a quick rebuke from Jerry Remy.

Alex Cora followed up with a superb diving stop and glove flip to Dustin Pedroia to turn in the final out of the first.

Cora also had a marvelous double play to end the fifth inning. The shortstop ranged far into the shallow outfield to make a basket catch of Mark Ellis’s pop fly. He then turned and fired the ball to first on a single bounce in time to double up the retreating Nick Swisher.

As has been the story lately, the Red Sox struggled offensively. The were shut out for the fifth time this season and have played eight games in a row with ten hits or less. With David Ortiz as a late scratch due to heartbeat irregularity, the lineup was:

1. Coco Crisp, CF
2. Alex Cora, SS
3. Mark Loretta, DH
4. Kevin Youkilis, LF
5. Eric Hinske, RF
6. Mike Lowell, 3B
7. Javy Lopez, C
8. Carlos Peña, 1B
9. Dustin Pedroia, 2B

Despite success after his stint on the disabled list, last night Keith Foulke reverted to 2005 form. He allowed home runs to Frank Thomas, Swisher, and Adam Melheuse. The game was already out of Boston’s grasp at the time, however.

Even if Oakland had only a two-run lead, the game would still seem unwinnable.

September can’t come soon enough.

29 August 2006 ∙ 10:10 AM ∙ August 2006 Game Comments ∙ Permalink
Tags: Athletics

Game 130: August 27, 2006
Red Sox (71-59), 3
Mariners (61-69), 6
L: Kyle Snyder (3-3)
W: Cha Seung Baek (1-0)
H: Sean Green (3)
H: Rafael Soriano (17)
S: J.J. Putz (27)

Fans of the Tekken series of fighting games will recognize the family name “Baek.” Doo San Baek is a practitioner of tae kwon do, a martial art characterized by kicks to take advantage of the greater length of the leg compared to the arm.

The Mariners’ Baek knew how to use his arm, though. Looking over the list of moves for the Tekken Baek in the fifth iteration of the game, the maneuver Baek probably unleashed on the visitors was “Hunting Serpent.” He kept the Red Sox hitless for five and one-third innings. It wasn’t a dominating no-hitter, however; he gave five Boston batters free passes and struck out four. Since the Red Sox’s offensive ranks were diminished because of injuries to Manny Ramirez and Wily Mo Peña, it was still enough for the starter to notch his first win.

David Ortiz broke up the no-no with a flourish in the sixth. His 47th homer glided majestically into the right field stands. Mike Lowell followed the leader with a roundtripper that cleared the scoreboard on the left field wall, but no other Red Sox batters managed to cross home for the rest of the match-up.

Carlos Peña has been unstoppable in Triple-A and has been called up to help fill the gaps on the depleted Boston bench. It is, perhaps, too little, too late. Which is the story of August.

Some observations gleaned from the Boston Red Sox Game Notes:

• The starters are 52-44 with a 5.05 ERA.
• The bullpen is 19-15-37. Amazingly, they have a winning record, but only thanks to Ortiz and Mark Loretta’s walk-off hits. Their ERA is 4.38.
• The team is 9-20 when only three or four runs are scored.

For specific details on last night’s game, click below.

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Tags: Mariners

Rochester vs. Pawtucket
Red Wings (75-60), 4
Red Sox (65-70), 5
L: Beau Kemp (7-4)
W: Craig Breslow (7-1)
S: Jermaine Van Buren (15)

In general, they were bigger (if you don’t include Willie Harris), older (Quinton McCracken was born in 1970), and stronger (two players, one from each team, hit home runs) than their Class A counterparts.

Some of them had already played on this inviolable ground, so the field trip to Fenway may have vexed them. They may well feel that it shouldn’t be some special event that brings them back to this particular diamond.

For those who had been recently denied the chance to play in a major league park with a major league team, it was a chance to show that they didn’t deserve to be demoted.

Lenny DiNardo started the game despite the scuttlebutt that Chris Smith was tapped for the honor. The Boston Red Sox are probably looking to shore up their flagging rotation and the nod for DiNardo was probably to gauge if he could help the big league team. The lefty’s first inning saw him ill at ease; he pitched behind to all four batters he faced and allowed a leadoff single.

By the next two innings, however, the peripatetic reliever settled significantly. He pared down his ERA to something less than infinite, struck out two, and walked none.

Smith, who replaced DiNardo in the fourth, however, seemed shaky and yielded the first runs to Rochester via a home run to Kevin West with Chris Heintz on the bench.

The Pawsox responded in the home half of the sixth. First-round draft pick David Murphy grounded into a double play with Harris on third and Carlos Peña on first and no out, enabling the tying run to cross the plate. Jeff Bailey’s two-out single kept the inning going, and Ron Calloway, who had driven in the home team’s first run in the fourth, followed up with an RBI double for the go-ahead run.

As he did to get himself demoted, Craig Hansen gave up the lead almost immediately. Former Red Sox farmhand Shawn Wooten, with his fly ball over the head of Bailey and speedy pinch runner Andres Torres at first, was the culprit.

Craig Breslow, the Pawsox pitcher in the eighth, would also give up an RBI single. Tigers first baseman Garrett Jones gave his team the lead.

Unlike their major league brethren, the Triple-A’s offense proved up to the task of a comeback win. In the bottom of the eighth, Harris dropped a single into shallow right field. Peña, the recipient of the second-loudest laudation of the day, launched a Papi-like longjack into the bleachers abutting the home bullpen.

Jermaine Van Buren made quick work of the first two batters he faced in the ninth, Wooten in particular. The backstop struck out on three pitches. Crafty McCracken worked a walk and Tommy Watkins put up a nine-pitch battle before flying out to left for the final out.

There were less between-inning shenanigans and freebies compared to the Lowell game, probably because those firework shows cost a pretty penny. For some reason, the public address announcer repeatedly called the left field corner the “Yaz Corner,” something I had never heard before. Was there some official memorializing of the area I missed? Is “where Duffy’s Cliff used to be” too long?

I mentioned I had pavilion seats for this game. Just as it was the first time for some of the players to play on the venerable field, this was my first time in this newly-constructed section. There are many peculiarities of the upper deck-like structure I will share in an upcoming post.

27 August 2006 ∙ 11:44 PM ∙ August 2006 Game Comments ∙ Permalink
Tags: minor league affiliates ∙ Pawtucket Red Sox ∙ prospects

Oneonta vs. Lowell
Tigers (35-29), 1
Spinners (31-33), 3
L: Thomas Thornton (1-3)
W: Justin Masterson (2-1)
H: Brian Steinocher (1)
S: Josh Papelbon (10)

Since the Gulf Coast League Red Sox won the championship of their league on Friday, six members of the team were recognized prior to the Spinners game and four of them got to take part of the game: catcher Jonathan Egan, first baseman Mike Jones, outfielder Ryan Kalish, and infielder Kris Negron. Southpaw pitcher Felix Duobront and lefty-hitting second baseman Chih-Hsien Chiang were also promoted but did not see playing time at Fenway.

Spinners starter Kris Johnson gave up a run early; perhaps he was nervous pitching in such a setting. He allowed my nominee for Baseball Player Name of the Year Deik (pronounced “deke”) Scram to ground a double to left; Scram advanced on a wild pitch and scored on a single by Santo De Leon. The first inning ended with a dizzying 6-2-5-2-3-6 double play.

Fittingly, “One”onta scored only one run the entire game.

For a team that had such esteemed personages such as John Elway, Al Leiter, Don Mattingly, and the homegrown Yankees of the most recent dynasty don their uniforms, the current Class A affiliate of the Detroit Tigers and the former affiliate of the AL New York club does very little in the form of team promotion. Its official URL is inactive and the only information I found on them was through Wikipedia, the minor league portal, Ball Parks of the Minor Leagues and this devoted fan’s page.

The Spinners did all their scoring in a single inning as well, but the three runs they notched in the fourth garnered them the win. Luis Exposito doubled off the base of the wall. The smiting Paul Smyth was hit by a pitch and Kalish outpaced visiting first baseman Ryan Strieby to the first base bag to load the bases.

Londonderry native Mike Chambers arced his hit into right field to plate Exposito. Ryan Khoury, who had made solid contact in the first and second innings, duplicated his second inning fly out to left field in the fourth, but this time Smyth was on third to score.

Reid Engel drove in the third and final run by Lowell with his grounder to center field.

It was all the breathing room Justin Masterson would need. The former Cape Cod leaguer took the mound in the third inning and pitched for four, allowing only two hits and striking out four.

By far the loudest ovation was for Josh Papelbon. The name recognition alone would have been enough to excite the crowd, but the submariner pitched a perfect ninth for his tenth save of the year. Lost in the transition between the electric Masterson and the younger Papelbon was Brian Steinocher, who ably bridged the gap between the pair with two shutout innings of his own.

Because of the intervening Class A exploits between innings, the progression of the game was surreal. There was a toothbrush running the bases and sumotori battling along the third baseline. Blue, the Frisbee-retrieving border collie, did his best imitation of unsure Red Sox outfielders, camping out under a seemingly easily-caught projectile only to flub the catch at the last moment. These things are the custom at LeLacheur Park, but these tiny spectacles were dwarfed by history and sweep of Fenway.

It was like a game at US Cellular Field, but with charm.

27 August 2006 ∙ 10:00 PM ∙ August 2006 Game Comments ∙ Permalink ∙ Comments: 2
Tags: Lowell Spinners ∙ minor league affiliates ∙ prospects

Game 129: August 26, 2006
Red Sox (71-58), 3
Mariners (60-69), 4
BS, L: Mike Timlin (6, 5-4)
W: J.J. Putz (3-1)

Yet another quality start by a Red Sox pitcher trifled by Mike Timlin. I wonder if David Wells even bothered to stay in the dugout after his seven innings of work. Wells gave up eight hits, including the tying home run to shortstop Yuniesky Betancourt in the seventh inning.

It was a tenuous and hard-fought lead to have lost. Coco Crisp lined his seventh roundtripper of the season in the third and Mark Loretta willed a two-out ground ball single up the middle to plate Gabe Kapler.

After the Mariners evened the score in seventh, Boston briefly held the lead in the top of the eighth. After Rafael Soriano notched two easy outs, retread manager Mike Hargrove played the lefty-lefty match-up and inserted George Sherrill to face David Ortiz.

The splits were not borne out, however, as the Red Sox designated hitter smacked the 0-2 pitch to the opposite field for a double. With first open, Hargrove intentionally walked Manny Ramirez but kept Sherrill in to face Mike Lowell, who pulled a single deep enough to plate the lead runner.

If only Ramirez not been called out at third after Ortiz put up the go-ahead run, the Red Sox could have scored more.

If only Ramirez had slid into third, a questionable call could have been avoided.

If only the Red Sox only scored more, Timlin’s earned run parades, now an all-too-routine occurrence, would march the basepaths with less assurance. The macerated middle reliever surrendered the tying run (a homer by Adrian Beltre) and the go-ahead score (Ben Broussard’s sacrifice fly to plate Raul Ibanez) for his sixth blown save of the season.

If. The word can drive you mad. At least we can say, “If 2004 hadn’t happened, we’d be much more upset than we are now.”

The closeness of games have rendered the Red Sox’s margin of error minuscule; five of the last six games have been decided by a single run. But, had Boston been a shade luckier and better, these close losses could have been wins. When our injured mainstays return and are supplemented by September call-ups, it’s highly likely these games will fall our way.

If it still matters.

27 August 2006 ∙ 3:15 PM ∙ August 2006 Game Comments ∙ Permalink
Tags: Mariners ∙ Timlin

Game 128: August 25, 2006
Red Sox (71-57), 0
Mariners (59-69), 6
L: Curt Schilling (14-6)
W: Jake Woods (4-1)
H: Julio Mateo (7)

I didn’t expect many runs when I saw the lineup card:

1. Coco Crisp, CF
2. Mark Loretta, 1B
3. David Ortiz, DH
4. Wily Mo Peña, LF
5. Mike Lowell, 3B
6. Gabe Kapler, RF
7. Doug Mirabelli, C
8. Dustin Pedroia, 2B
9. Alex Cora, SS

Manny Ramirez was unavailable because of his balky knee and Kevin Youkilis was scratched due to a case of stomach flu, an ailment that has been making its rounds in the Red Sox clubhouse.

With Curt Schilling, pitching, however, there was a chance. Although the ace struck out seven batters (falling one punchout short of his 3,000th) and didn’t walk anyone, he still relinquished nine hits and five earned runs in his six innings of work. A few of the runs were the result of defensive miscues by Boston.

The Mariners scored early with Raul Ibanez’s RBI double in the first. The left fielder was also part of the Red Sox’s defensive debacle in the sixth inning. Cora was unable to flip Ibanez’s grounder to Pedroia cleanly, allowing Jose Lopez to advanced to third. Schilling backed up the play at second and threw galley-west to third, permitting Lopez to pick himself up, dust off, and make his way home. Ben Broussard and Kenji Johjima both tacked on additional runs in the sixth and Lopez did the same in the seventh to put the game out of reach for the hobbled Red Sox offense.

Crisp took an ill-advised dive for a liner in the fifth. Willie Bloomquist’s hit dribbled to the outfield wall and Gabe Kapler had to dig it out. By the time Kapler’s throw was back in the infield, Bloomquist stood at third with an RBI.

Credit must be given to the trio of Mariners pitchers that combined to shut out the visiting team and hold them to just five hits.

Speaking of minor league-like play, today I’ll be at the Futures at Fenway doubleheader. It will be my first time in the pavilion seats.

26 August 2006 ∙ 8:32 AM ∙ August 2006 Game Comments ∙ Permalink ∙ Comments: 1
Tags: Mariners

Game 127: August 24, 2006
Red Sox (71-56), 2
Angels (67-61), 1
W: Josh Beckett (14-8)
H: Mike Timlin (20)
S: Jonathan Papelbon (34)
L: Jered Weaver (9-1)

So this is what a series win feels like. I had forgotten. It’s nice, like cocoa on a chill night like last night. The last time the Red Sox enjoyed a series win, back in mid-August, lemonade iced tea was the required drink.

Josh Beckett tossed an effective six innings, displaying renewed confidence in his curveball until the seventh inning. He cut himself and had to leave after walking Garrett Anderson. Thankfully, it wasn’t a blister, a chronic injury that has plagued the fireballer.

David Ortiz continued his pursuit of the franchise home run record. In the fourth, after watching a called strike two traverse the plate, Ortiz nodded. He knew, with the count 1-2, exactly where the pitch was going to be. With a single mighty swing, the designated hitter jolted his team into the lead.

The Angels starter, Jered Weaver, slumped his shoulders and kicked at the dirt after relinquishing his fifth roundtripper of the season. Like brother, like brother. And if he metamorphoses into anything like his older sibling, he should get used to seeing such shots being hit off of him. Like his brother, he began his career in a pitcher-friendly park and impressed the masses with his ability. Perhaps Jered will follow in Jeff’s footsteps and the Yankees will overestimate the younger one’s talent as well. The Angels’ Weaver is currently sporting a 0.65 G/F ratio and benefits from Angel Stadium dimensions, which are 330' left, 387' left-center, 400' center, 370' right-center, and 330' right.

Two pivotal plays on defense determined the outcome of this game.

In the seventh, Orlando Cabrera could have flipped the ball to his second baseman, Adam Kennedy, to end the inning but opted to race to the keystone sack himself and then relay to first base. The Angels shortstop failed to touch second with the sliding Alex Cora toppling him in mid-throw, but did nab Doug Mirabelli for the second out. Mike Lowell, part of trio that lined three straight singles to load the bases, scored an insurance run through the backdoor.

That run would prove vital as the Angels clawed back into contention in the bottom of the seventh.

Mike Timlin took the mound in relief of Beckett. In addition to inheriting Anderson, the veteran gave a free pass to Juan Rivera. Both runners advanced on a wild pitch to Howie Kendrick. There must have been some sort of advisory to the Angels crowd, for they began to cheer madly.

Kendrick singled to left field, where Wily Mo Peña prowled. Anderson crossed home easily enough, but sending Rivera was a risky play because the rookie’s hit meandered into the shallow left.

Peña’s toss to home was a near-perfect arc to Mirabelli, who deked the runner by merely standing akimbo in front of home plate. Just as Rivera slid, Mirabelli gloved the ball and tagged the runner on the arm. Replays showed that Rivera was probably safe for the tying run, his hand sweeping across the plate before the tag. Although the preference is for the outcome of a game not to rely on a blown call, I believe the Red Sox would have worn out the weaker Anaheim hitting crew.

Jonathan Papelbon shut down the Anaheim lineup in his one and a third innings of work despite allowing a leadoff single to Vladimir Guerrero. The rookie tallied his 34th save and is three saves from matching Kazuhiro Sasaki’s rookie saves record, which he set in 2000.

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Game 126: August 23, 2006
Red Sox (70-56), 5
Angels (67-60), 4
W: Jon Lester (7-2)
H: Julian Tavarez (2)
H: Mike Timlin (19)
H: Keith Foulke (9)
S: Jonathan Papelbon (33)
L: Kelvim Escobar (9-11)

Step away from the ledge. The Red Sox didn’t lose. In fact, a strong contingent of Red Sox fans were at Angels Stadium to cheer on their team, outdoing the Angels devotees. Perhaps the home town supporters were waiting for their cues from the rally monkey or their Jumbotron was on the fritz.

The Red Sox broke a six-game losing streak through the power of sluggers David Ortiz and Wily Mo Peña. Both players launched two-run homers, Ortiz’s in the first and Peña’s in the second. Even more remarkably, Boston scored one more run in the second after Javy Lopez lined a double into right and was driven in by Coco Crisp’s single to center.

To add to the astonishing turn of events, those five runs withstood the onslaught of Julian Tavarez and Mike Timlin on the mound. Keith Foulke, who has been performing surprisingly well since his return (no earned runs in four and one-third innings pitched, two hits, two walks, and four strikeouts for August), and Jonathan Papelbon combined to shut down the Angels for the last two innings.

Timlin did hurl into a jam in the seventh inning. He allowed a leadoff double to our old friend Orlando Cabrera but did induce a ground out from Vladimir Guerrero. Juan Rivera walked on a 3-2 pitch and Robb Quinlan followed up with a single to right that looked as if it were going to be caught. The ball’s trajectory was the only thing keeping Cabrera from scoring the tying run.

Until recently, ducks on the pond didn’t trouble Timlin, fittingly, because the middle reliever is a hunting enthusiast. In fact, Timlin hardly put himself into such situations. Recently, however, the veteran looked ragged on the mound, leading some to conjecture that his participation in the World Baseball Classic may have worn him out. The huntsman buckled down, however, and struck out Tim Salmon for the second out. Rookie sensation Howie Kendrick tapped weakly to Timlin, who neatly tossed the orb to home for the force out.

In light of Timlin’s decline, Foulke’s seeming return to near-2004 form is timely. His baffling change of pace pitch seems to complement Papelbon’s electric stuff well. After a few seasons of intoning “Timlin in the eighth, such-and-so in the ninth,” it might be time to update the timeworn phrase.

24 August 2006 ∙ 12:56 PM ∙ August 2006 Game Comments ∙ Permalink
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Game 125: August 22, 2006
Red Sox (69-56), 3
Angels (67-59), 4
L: Kason Gabbard (0-2)
H: Brendan Donnelly (9)
BS, W: Scot Shields (4, 7-7)
S: Francisco Rodriguez (35)

You know how when you were small and you did something very, very bad? If you were like me, perhaps you accidentally scratched your mom’s new car with your Big Wheel or you broke one of your dad’s tools while attempting to make a mongoose trap? To make up for it, you tried to gather as many pretty blooms to make a bouquet of apology.

But tiny legs can only bring you from plant to plant slowly and little fingers can only hold so many wildflowers. By the time you brought back your token of contrition, your grubby fingers extended a mass of wilted flowers, roots, and dirt.

The Red Sox gifted their fans with such a posy last night. “We’re sorry,” their play seemed to say. “Won’t you forgive us? Aw, shucks. Come on....”

If such a bundle were presented to you by Dustin Pedroia, you can’t say you wouldn’t be tempted to gush, “Of course I forgive you! Look at you, you’re just so... so adorable!” And then pinch his cheeks.

The cheeks of his face. Get your minds out of the gutter, people.

Pedroia does exude that boyish enthusiasm that fans love. In his interview, he told the story of how Adam Stern was joking with him about his impending call-up being a trade instead. I wouldn’t be surprised if part of him believed it and was relieved to be starting for the team that drafted him.

In the second inning, Pedroia had his first major league at bat. Wily Mo Peña led off the inning with a line drive to shallow right. He should have been limited to a single, but his heads-up baserunning bought him second base because Vladimir Guerrero catapulted the ball to first. Then Mike Lowell’s short line drive single to right advanced Peña to third and Doug Mirabelli walked to load the bases. Gabe Kapler struck out flailing and Pedroia took the dish.

The shortstop watched ball one cross the plate. The next pitch he starched solidly to Orlando Cabrera, who sauntered easily to the keystone sack for the third out.

In the fourth the infielder would get his first major league hit--a two out single to center. He would not tally a run or RBI in this game, however.

In fact, only a single visiting player notched an RBI. In the seventh, David Ortiz got a free pass with two outs and was driven in by Kevin Youkilis. The other two runs came on an error by Chone Figgins in the third. Youkilis worked an eight-pitch walk after Ortiz grounded into a fielder’s choice. Peña hit the ball deep (does he hit it any other way?) to center and the versatile utility player proved the adage about the Jack of all trades, master of none.

Figgins was masterful enough to single in the fourth to plate Robb Quinlan. The Angels scored the majority of their runs in smallball fashion; only in the second inning did the home team go deep by virtue of Juan Rivera’s longball. Rivera is having a career year, improving in batting average, power, and patience.

Manny Ramirez did not start the game but pinch hit to lead off the ninth inning. His long fly nearly cleared the center field wall to tie the game, but Figgins made the play to put him away.

Which is more than what can be said for Kapler, Mark Loretta, and Youkilis in the third. All three pursued a lazy pop up off Guerrero’s bat yet none of them came up with the catch. Guerrero would be credited with a double and a run would score in the next at bat.

Hopefully the inauspicious beginning to Pedroia’s major league won’t take too much of the bloom off the rose. Watching him blossom is one of the few joys Red Sox have these days.

23 August 2006 ∙ 4:00 PM ∙ August 2006 Game Comments ∙ Permalink
Tags: Angels ∙ debuts ∙ Pedroia

Game 124: August 21, 2006
Yankees (75-48), 2
Red Sox (69-55), 1
W: Cory Lidle (10-9)
H: Octavio Dotel (1)
H: Mike Myers (12)
H: Scott Proctor (18)
S: Kyle Farnsworth (2)
L: David Wells (2-3)

Fuck you, Yankees pitching staff, for making me type each of your names for your fucking holds for this game. A useless statistic.

Fuck you, fourth inning bases-loaded futility, symbolized by Javy Lopez.

Fuck you, Bobby Abreu, with your two-out RBI double in the sixth for the first run of the game.

Fuck you, Brian Cashman, and bottomless pit of cash at your disposal. You and your organization are the epitome of all that is amiss in baseball. The Deus ex machinations you execute to contrive lineups that would be ridiculous in video games are abominable.

Fuck you, Nick Green and Robinson Cano, for not letting me enjoy your sixth inning error. Especially fuck Green, who led off the eighth with a double and scored the go-ahead run on a wild pitch by Keith Foulke.

Fuck you, David Wells, for not telling Terry Francona to shove it when he came to get you in the eighth. You should have pulled a Schilling-like tantrum. Your fat ass would be out there for nine innings and your team would be headed for the West Coast on a somewhat high note. I don’t blame you if you stayed in California and retired.

Fuck you, Javy Lopez, with your utter lack of agility behind the plate. May you be relegated to catching Tim Wakefield’s simulated games for the rest of the season. Also, fuck your weak grounders, pop ups, and flails at the ball.

Fuck you, Manny Ramirez. Sure, you were one of the few bright spots during this series, but how bad is your hamstring, really? In the postgame interview, Terry Francona said, “I don’t want guys that wanna come out of the game” in reference to David Wells. A veiled reference to his left fielder?

Fuck you, Johnny Damon, and fuck your cheesy mustache, too. I don’t care if you make AL Player of the Month. You’ll be playing like the overpaid stiff you are next season.

Fuck you, Coco Crisp, and your 1-for-19 showing. You can start being better than Damon any time now. We’re waiting.

Fuck you, Joe Torre, for bringing in Damon as a defensive replacement for Bernie Williams. That is like replacing a hole-ridden condom for prayer as birth control.

Fuck you, Mike Lowell, and your declining production.

Fuck you, blimp pilot. You look way too fucking happy up there in your asinine blimp. Perhaps NESN will make a bobbleblimp.

Fuck you, Scott Proctor, and your Tom Gordon/Paul Quantrill impersonation. May you be just as toasted as they were in the postseason.

Fuck you, Wily Mo Peña, for not hitting that eight inning home run last night, too.

Fuck you, Kyle Farnsworth, for being Kyle Farnsworth.

Fuck you, Red Sox, for being swept at home in a five-game series for the first time since 1943.

21 August 2006 ∙ 6:36 PM ∙ August 2006 Game Comments ∙ Permalink ∙ Comments: 18
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Game 123: August 20, 2006
Yankees (74-48), 8
Red Sox (69-54), 5
W: Mariano Rivera (5-5)
BS: Jonathan Papelbon (6)
L: Craig Hansen (1-1)
10 innings

Something is rotten in the state of New York.

The reinvigorated Jason Giambi launched two home runs and was responsible for five runs batted in last night. Without his ill-gotten RBIs, the Red Sox would have won this game. (That is, unless Terry Francona’s idiocy increased in inverse proportion to his team’s lead.) They would have won the 2003 ALCS as well.

It’s disappointing to me that Giambi has been allowed to evade criticism given the unwavering scrutiny and vitriol heaped against, say, Barry Bonds. Bonds is a vestige of his former self, playing in a weak division on a team with a sub-500 record. His impact on playoff standings is and probably will continue to be negligible.

And yet Giambi is allowed to participate in season-deciding games with a wink and a smile.

In twenty years or so, when his career is over, when his body is ravaged by illicit drug use, when his bank account is depleted by having to pay off his conspirators, Giambi will cash in again with a tell-all biography detailing how he eluded detection, just as David Ortiz’s grounder escaped the Yankee first baseman’s grasp in the ninth. It seems human growth hormone or whichever designer performance-enhancing drug regime Giambi may allegedly partake in doesn’t heighten fielding reflexes. If it did, I imagine he’d pass some over to his fellow corner infielder.

I’d rather my team lose honestly than win fraudulently, just as they did last night. Honestly, Francona’s in-game decisions are bewildering.

Of course the Red Sox have a large portion of the blame in this defeat, and the hour-long rain delay after the second inning didn’t help matters. Curt Schilling did face the minimum number of hitters in the third, but labored in the fourth, allowing consecutive singles to Derek Jeter and Bobby Abreu and then the go-ahead roundtripper by Giambi. Schilling defied Mother Nature and Father Time to compile seven innings of near-pristine pitching during which he walked only one batter and struck out seven.

(Side note to Bonnie Bernstein: comparing Schilling to Mike Mussina, who exited the game in the fifth due to tightening of the groin, is like comparing the Hoover Dam to the Tacoma Narrows Bridge.)

Although he had to counter against the advantage gained by the cheating Yankees, Francona didn’t put his team in the best position to win. Boston inched two runs ahead with a fourth-inning Doug Mirabelli bloop and an Oritz-patented go-ahead four-bagger in the fifth.

After the home team squandered a bases-loaded opportunity in the seventh, Francona went to Mike Timlin for the top of the eighth. Johnny Damon squibbed a single just past Mark Loretta. Since it wasn’t hit hard, you can’t fault the field manager for staying with Timlin. The aged reliever hit Jeter with his first pitch.

Like a ponderous pendulum, everyone could feel the momentum shift. But Jonathan Papelbon wouldn’t be permitted to be General Lasalle. Instead, lefty submariner Javier Lopez walked Abreu to load the bases.

One batter too late, Francona called on Papelbon. He induced a deep fly ball to right off the bat of Giambi, far enough for Damon to tag up and bring New York within one run. Papelbon walked Rodriguez but struck out Robinson Cano and Jorge Posada with the bases loaded.

Perhaps it was Francona’s decision on outfield position, or perhaps the fault of Gabe Kapler’s route-running, but in the ninth Jeter accomplished one of his signature bloop RBI singles with Melky Cabrera on second to push the game into extra innings. There could have been more damage, but Papelbon struck out Bernie Williams and Damon after giving up the leadoff double.

For the bottom of the ninth, Joe Torre elected to insert Rodriguez as third baseman. Since Rodriguez started as the designated hitter, for the remainder of the game Yankee pitchers would have to hit.

Torre’s gambit paid off, unlike Francona’s. Ortiz hustled on Giambi’s misplay to reach second. Since first base was open, Manny Ramirez was intentionally walked so that Mariano Rivera could face Kevin Youkilis. For some inexplicable reason, the sacrifice bunt was called for despite Youkilis being an excellent contact hitter and Rivera being extraordinarily difficult to bunt against. Rivera reached the ball in time and Ortiz was effaced from the basepaths.

You can’t tell me that Francona had such faith in his bullpen that he thought he should leave Ortiz in on a bunt play. Ortiz could have had eight more at bats and hit a solo home run in each, and the Red Sox bullpen would have given up nine.

Sure, the runners advanced on a passed ball with the next batter, Mike Lowell, at the dish. But the Yankees faced far less pressure because of that wasted out. Lowell would be intentionally walked so there would be a force at every station.

Not that New York needed it. Eric Hinske pinch hit for Gabe Kapler and struck out. Mirabelli tapped weakly back to Rivera to end the inning.

In sum, Torre’s ploy, along with his team’s unfair advantage, worked, while Francona’s maneuver, accompanied by his players’ lack of execution, failed.

Craig Hansen grew up a fan of the Yankees. Judging by his choice of agent, he’s also a fan of money. But he’s so not money, and he knows it.

21 August 2006 ∙ 11:44 AM ∙ August 2006 Game Comments ∙ Permalink ∙ Comments: 3
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Game 122: August 19, 2006
Yankees (73-48), 13
Red Sox (69-53), 5
W: Randy Johnson (14-9)
L: Josh Beckett (13-8)

Thanks to Jere at A Red Sox Fan in Pinstripe Territory, I was present at yesterday’s game. I’m not being facetious. Really.

Despite the game’s outcome, a relieved crowd did get to see Peter Gammons in fine fettle.

In honor of what turned out to be Happy Rudy Seanez DFA Day, the pitchers obviously planned a tribute to our dearly designated middle reliever. Josh Beckett did a great Seanez imitation by walking a career-high nine batters. What a cut-up Beckett is! Terry Francona must have been in on it, too, because he just left Beckett out there in sixth after walking Derek Jeter, Jason Giambi, and Alex Rodriguez.

And just when you thought you’d die laughing at Beckett’s send-up, Francona called in Manny Delcarmen to take over, and he walked in the go-ahead run! Just flawless comedic timing on Delcarmen’s part. You can’t teach that.

Jermaine Van Buren, who replaced Seanez on the roster, contrasted Seanez’s style with a 1-2-3 seventh inning. But, feeling left out of the festivities, he allowed two extra base hits in the eighth (including a three-run homer to Robinson Cano) and walked Rodriguez. Fans were pretty tired of the joke by then, however.

If you hadn’t noticed, I’m using words associated with each of the five senses for the titles of this five-game series.

Both Beckett and Randy Johnson haven’t performed to their abilities this season. Which one would prevail?

The Red Sox were three and a half games back after being swept on Friday.

This is not interpretative dance, this is Beckett warming up.

Continue reading “Stunk” »

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Tags: games in-person ∙ Gammons ∙ Yankees

Game 121: August 18, 2006
Yankees (72-48), 14
Red Sox (69-52), 11
W: Mike Myers (1-0)
H: Scott Proctor (17)
H: Craig Hansen (8)
BS, L: Mike Timlin (5, 5-3)

We were lulled into thinking the game was in hand after the fifth inning. After all, the Red Sox had scored in every inning until then and held a three-run lead.

The home team had knocked around Sidney Ponson for three innings, and granted the same discourteous treatment to University of Massachusetts-Amherst alumni Ron Villone and former Diamondbacks prospect Brian Bruney.

Julian Tavarez’s outstanding two and one-third innings of work were rendered moot by the failure of Craig Hansen and Mike Timlin to shut down the Bronx Bombers. Perhaps Hansen is too young and Timlin too old. Whatever the reason, Hansen only secured a single out in his appearance and then proceeded to walk Jason Giambi and allow consecutive singles to Bernie Williams and Jorge Posada to load the bases.

Fenway’s basepaths became a carousel for Yankee hitters. They batted around, plating seven runs in their scoring carousal. Timlin’s recent criticism of his team’s offense seems even more laughable now; The Red Sox would be scoring a lot more if they were facing pitchers of Timlin’s ilk. Timlin’s ERA for August is 8.64, up over three runs from his July mark of 5.56 and five runs above his career ERA of 3.52.

Pressing Hansen and Jon Lester into critical situations before they are completely prepared to pitch to hitters of major league caliber is not ideal. Lester has been incredibly resilient and fortunate; his 6-2 record belies his 1.49 strikeout-to-walk ratio. Other notable rookie starters have far better K/BB figures: Justin Verlander of Detroit is at 2.178, the Twin Francisco Liriano’s is a gaudy 4.44, and Jeremy Sowers in Cleveland holds steady at 2.4.

Hansen’s much-vaunted slider and fastball outclassed his peers in Double- and Triple-A but are no mystery to players in the show. Some critics have voiced concern that this early exposure may scar the young players, but I would counter that if they are so fragile, can they ever be expected to excel in professional sports at the highest level, let alone in one of its greatest rivalries?

I think it is the fans’ expectations that need to be tempered. Detroit had seasons of worse than mediocre performance before this, their breakout season. It seems fans of the Olde Towne Team expect to follow up a recent World Series title with repeat upon repeat.

The 2006 team is a hodgepodge of players young and old aggregated to be competitive but not necessarily dominate. “Hodgepodge” does imply a certain amount of confusion, and that is because of the Theo Epstein Incident last year. I think that Epstein would have preferred to hold on to Anibal Sanchez to continue to incubate his clutch of young players.

I’m going to the Futures at Fenway game this coming Saturday to witness the foundation of Boston’s future success, a triumph that is going to be accomplished on their terms. Only the Yankees can sustain their stockpiling of mercenaries in their perpetual campaign to dominate. If that is how the Red Sox decided to run their team, it would be difficult for me to stomach them.

Winning at the cost of aping the opposition isn’t winning.

19 August 2006 ∙ 11:33 AM ∙ August 2006 Game Comments ∙ Permalink
Tags: Hansen ∙ Timlin ∙ Yankees

Game 120: August 18, 2006
Yankees (71-48), 12
Red Sox (69-51), 4
W: Chien-Ming Wang (14-5)
L: Jason Johnson (3-12)

Hopefully a picture does say a thousand words, because that would be 999 more than I would like to waste summarizing this game.

One good memory: a father sitting near me was wearing a Red Sox handerchief on his head, biker-style. His son was playing with a hanky of his own. The child tugged on his father’s sleeve and looked up at him imploringly. The father took the square of fabric and carefully created headwear like his for his son.

Insert joke here.

It was Jimmy Fund Radio-Telethon day. I bought a Jimmy Fund t-shirt that I will wear to the park today.

The Goodyear blimp took precedence over Hood airship. If you look closely, you’ll see a hawk riding a thermal. It could be the raptor that killed Wily Crow Peña.

Continue reading “Blinded” »

19 August 2006 ∙ 7:42 AM ∙ August 2006 Game Comments & Gallery ∙ Permalink
Tags: games in-person ∙ Jimmy Fund ∙ Yankees

Game 119: August 16, 2006
Tigers (78-42), 4
Red Sox (69-50), 6
L: Justin Verlander (14-6)
W: David Wells (2-2)
H: Craig Hansen (7)
S: Jonathan Papelbon (32)

The wolf also shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the kid; and the calf and the young lion and the fatling together; and a monkey shall throw out the first pitch, and the umpire shall hug the baseball player; and a little child shall lead them.

Rookie of the Year candidates were in steady supply last night. Detroit’s Justin Verlander hurled six innings but didn’t sparkle as usual; he gave up five earned runs and walked seven batters.

Boston’s nominee, Jonathan Papelbon, nailed his 32nd save of the season in six pitches and kept is ERA below one point at .89.

Age before beauty, goes the adage, and David Wells proved it last night. At 43, Wells is nearly as old as Verlander and Papelbon combined. The guileful lefty surmounted the raw power of the opposition with his precise location and flummoxing approach. Wells was able to exploit the impatient nature of the Tigers hitters to his own ends and lasted six and two-thirds innings with four earned runs, a single walk, three strikeouts, and two home runs.

Terry Francona defied his ingrained tendency to allow pitchers to finish innings and pulled his starter in the third after he had secured two outs. The field manager seemed to recall that Magglio Ordóñez jacked a solo shot in the sixth against Wells and slugs the lefty at a .519 clip.

In any other year or if he were a Yankee, Craig Hansen may have gotten a vote or two as an outstanding rookie. The lanky reliever induced a pop out by Ordóñez and continued into the eighth. Although he relinquished a single to lead off that inning, a 4-6-3 double play eased his burden and he cooled the scorching Sean Casey to finish off the side.

Speaking of Casey, there was much rending of garments and hair when the Red Sox didn’t acquire the first baseman at the trading deadline. Instead, Theo Epstein traded for the cheaper, younger, and more versatile Eric Hinske, a former Rookie of the Year himself. The deal between the teams has Hinske coming to Boston and a player to be named later going to Toronto and was announced after the game last night. Boston now has some of the bench strength required for the stretch. Separately, Boston also acquired Northeastern University product Carlos Peña. Both left-handed batters will fill the lacunae left by Trot Nixon and Jason Varitek’s injuries. Hinske’s arrival may spell doom for Nixon’s re-signing.

The dormant Red Sox offense exploded, led by David Ortiz’s fifth inning two-run homer. Coco Crisp, Mark Loretta, and Mike Lowell also had RBIs of their own to help secure the win for the home team. Crisp’s two-run wall ball double in the sixth should have been a three-run hit, but home plate Bruce Froemming, perhaps a bit blinded by tears of sentiment from the pre-game ceremony celebrating his 5,000th game, called Alex Cora out at home. Lowell’s sacrifice fly to right to plate Ortiz in the seventh tallied an insurance run, however, and the Red Sox scavenged one game from the team with the best record in the majors.

17 August 2006 ∙ 1:24 PM ∙ August 2006 Game Comments ∙ Permalink
Tags: Papelbon (Jonathan) ∙ Tigers