So now we know
for absolute sure: eight days of rest do indeed make a baseball team rusty.
And we also
know that the Boston Red Sox have not missed a beat.
Holy
smokes, what
a way to get started.
Strike
out the side in the top of the first: BANG-BANG-BANG.
Clock
a home run to kick off the bottom of the first: KAPOW.
And for the
rest of the game, all game long, top of the inning, bottom of the inning,
didn't matter. An absolute, all-out assault.
“Here’s my
fastball,” said Josh Beckett. “And there’s another. And another. Think you can
hit ‘em?
They could
not.
Strikeout
looking.
Strikeout
swinging.
Strikeout
swinging.
Strikeout
swinging.
Strikeout
looking.
Strikeout
swinging.
Strikeout
swinging.
Strikeout
looking.
Strikeout
looking.
They
didn’t stand a chance.
And the
offense!
A record
for runs and margin of victory in a series opener.
Seventeen
hits. Eight doubles. Thirteen Runs.
(And let’s
not forget the contributions of Iron Mike
and our French-Canadian
friend. Maybe it was my
little pep talk that motivated that 1-2-3 eighth? As my co-worker Jon
Garelick put it: “Hey, 12 runs and it’s a new ballgame. He saved our asses.”)
Maybe they
weren’t intimidated
by Fenway. (Although, I think they kinda were.)
They’ve got
to be intimidated by what we did to them.
Yup, it was
an amazing
streak. But it’s over now.
We’re the Boston
@#%$ Red Sox.
Suddenly,
people are rooting against us. Bring
on the haters.
Schilling started
the Sons of Sam Horn Game Thread for
his own start within minutes of the final out last night. Gehrig38’s got a nice little win streak
of his own right now.
Only he can
ensure that it continues.