Monday, May 22, 2006

Welcome to the working week

Interleague play been berry berry good to us.

So far. At least when our starting pitcher goes more than two-plus innings and, preferably, hits a home run. Two out of three ain't bad. Now comes the good part.

Friday night was a nice start.

Mr. Ortiz did serviceable work at first, and was prodigious at the plate.

Lowell and Tek went deep, too.

And Matt Clement confirmed that he pitches better to NL lineups. He even hit a double!

Toward the end of the game, Papelbon almost gave me a heart attack, but he got the job done with aplomb. Again.

On Saturday, after watching A.J. “The Most Disliked Player in Baseball” Pierzynski get his clock cleaned, after watching the Yankees annihilate Billy Wagner (poor Petey, the guy just can’t catch a break), it was our turn.

The revelation of the night, of course, is that Josh Beckett has light tower power. And he isn’t afraid to lace a game-tying RBI single every once in a while. He can pitch a little too.

His was the first homer by a Sox pitcher since this guy did it in 1972.

That’s a pretty big deal.

Hell, even Alex Gonzalez was inspired to get in on the act. (Ours, not theirs.)

Sunday? The less said about it the better. You can’t win ‘em all.

Lenny was lacking after two weeks idle. His soft tosses were hit hard.

The good news? Wells is doing well. (His mouth has never been better.)

But beware: just because the big man says he’s “absolutely” ready doesn’t mean he is.

One decent start against AAA kids does not a return to form make. Remember this and this?

Anyway, welcome back, Abe; you pitched well for couple innings at least.

(Meanwhile, Mike Lowell homered again. If he keeps this shit up all season and doesn’t get comeback player of the year, there is no justice in this world.)

Meanwhile, even as they salvaged a game from us, were hear Philly phans bitching about us coming to their house.

Boo-freaking-hoo.

Watching their reaction to the ball J-Roll bobbled, you would think the Red Sox had one the World Series on that very play. The Red Sox were already up. The game was in hand. Dancing and hugging and high fiving after that error was uncalled for. Other than maybe the Heilman play on Abreu's swinging bunt a couple weeks back, dancing and hugging after any error is simply not warranted.

"You are not a phanatic."

You’ve gotta be kidding me. Uh, it’s called being a baseball fan. Look into it. Cheer on your team’s successes and your opponents’ failures. It's what fans do. At least this guy had things into perspective:

I can’t blame Red Sox fans… they come out in DROVES to support their team. Unlike Phillies fans who stay at home and let their ballpark be filled up with fans of the opposing team night after night. That is the real shame IMO.

Say what you will about the Yankees, but at least their fans are as passionate about their team as we are about ours.

Luckily, Fenway is too small to accommodate many of them.

All in all, it was a pretty decent weekend. But now the work week has started. Time to punch-in.

They’re battered, but that doesn’t mean it will be easy. Luckily, no one thinks it will be.

It’s time to add to our lead in the standings. Let’s do this.

Interleague | Yankees

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