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Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Tough
loss. Even through the TV, you could feel
the energy waning. As is their wont, the bats let
Wakefield down. (Credit where credit’s due to that other
Japanese guy.) And Timlin didn’t help things, even if he did, like, save
his own life.
But,
somehow, it was all easier to stomach after this past weekend.
That
doesn’t mean I don’t wanna win tonight.
Hopefully Crazy
Julian can hold his own against Doc Halladay again. Stranger
things have happened.
And speaking of JT, please talk amongst yourselves: is Daisuke amused, bemused, or annoyed by his new
buddy?
In other
news, I don’t think I could like
Hideki Okajima more right now.
A Sox executive
said this weekend that another club had offered Okajima more money; Okajima
confirmed that last night but said through interpreter Sachi
Sekiguchi that
it wasn't an issue.
"The Red
Sox were the first team to offer me a contract," Okajima said. "I
always pictured myself in Boston.
No matter what someone else offered, I was going to pitch in Boston." Awesome. Glad to have you, Shadow Warrior.
RIP, David Halberstam He
will be missed. I haven’t read his Bill
Belichick bio, nor, I’m embarrassed to admit, do I own his account of the 1949
pennant race, which I’ve heard could only be better if the Red Sox had won.
But, The Teammates, his smallish, intimate portrait
of the lifelong close friendship between Ted Williams, Bobby Doerr, Dom
DiMaggio, and Johnny Pesky is a must-read for any Red Sox fan, especially as
great men like these enter their twilight.
 Pesky remembers
Halberstam here.
An excerpt from the book here.
And here,
from my round-up four years ago of several new Red Sox books, is my review.
Monday, April 23, 2007
I’ve been
thinking all morning about how to do this past weekend justice, and I’ve
decided I can’t. So here goes.
Best
non-postseason three-game stretch in recent memory? I’m gonna say yes.
Just...wow.
This is why baseball is the greatest game ever invented. We scored seven runs
each game. Yet each game was different, each game amazing in its own way, each
one of those special specimens that send fans spilling into the street, silly
grins plastered across their faces, frantically texting their friends:
OKAJEEMER!
PAPELBON =
NAILS
HOLY SHIT!
UN. REAL.
First, of
all there was the weather. Spring, finally, has arrived. And it puts people in
a very good mood. Winning is gravy.
I was at
the park both Friday night and Saturday afternoon, and both games were about as
electric as I’d ever seen the place.
Well, not
at first. Things were pretty glum in the bleachers after A-Rod’s deposited that
second long ball into the bullpen Friday. But then, quite all of a sudden,
things changed.
As he
always seems to do, Torre brought in Myers to face Ortiz.
And, as he
always seems to do, Ortiz doubled off Myers to deep center.
Manny
walked. Mike Lowell singled Papi home.
Enter
Sandman.
Varitek
scored Manny with a single.
Coco tripled, scoring
Tek and Lowell.
Then, just
like he had the day before, Cora blooped and Crisp blazed.
Boston 7, New York
6.
Who nails
down the game? Why, Hideki Okajima of course. The Shadow Warrior. Darkman.
A ground
out. A walk. A line-out. A strikeout.
Cue the
Standells.
Saturday
was resplendent. PERFECT baseball weather.
Josh
Beckett was far from perfect, but that didn’t matter in the end. When you have
a man like David Ortiz on your team (2 for 5 with a homer and four RBI) you can
afford to give up five runs in six-and-two-thirds innings.
And when
you have a closer who shoots fire out of his eyes, that lead will usually stand.
Then there
was Dice-K. Not bad. Not
great. But not bad. At least now he knows what to expect.
These are
the @#$%& Yankees, after all. And they can rake. (Even though he swears he
didn’t mean to plunk A-Rod and Jeter, I’m gonna keep telling myself that he
did.)
The good
news? So can we.
Manny. Kapow!
JD. Boom!
Lowell. Eee-Yow!
Tek. Crushed!
Wily Mo,
alas, could not make it five. When he got back to the dugout after striking out,
Lowell informed
the New
York Post, "We told him he sucks."
An even
better quote, from Dice-K:
“As I was watching them in the bench, especially when the third, and then
fourth home run happened, I had a hard time keeping my cool.”
What
a show.
So there
you go. Another homer in the seventh from Mikey Lowell, who does not suck. Some
fancy glovework
from Dustin Pedroia. Another Papelbon save.
Another
win.
After 1,999
meetings, this is still the best rivalry is sports.
This is
baseball. As good as it gets. And Bob Ryan — who I love — could
not be more wrong. Let's do it again next weekend.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
“Well, I think we may have a right-handed one around
here, but probably not a left-handed one. You should try down at the
Red Sox clubhouse to see if they have one."
Too early
in the season to be losing sleep over games?
Too late. I
tossed and turned into the wee hours last night, replaying that fourth
inning over and over in my mind.
Wells’s
slow-rolling single. That walk to Frank Thomas. Overbay’s shoulda-been-DP single, just millimeters under Lugo's glove. Another walk to Hill, then
another one to Zaun, scoring the go-ahead run. Dice-K has just five BBs this season, and three of them came last night.
Ugh. And
for the rest of the game he was so @#$%& good! Ten strikeouts. Again. The last guy
to K 10 each in two of his first three starts since Valenzuela back
in ’81. He was mixing pitches and making guys look foolish. (But where's that changeup? And should we be worried about the stretch?)
Matsuzaka
and Okajima — who at this point seems constitutionally incapable of walking anyone — combined to strike out 13 Blue Jays. Joel Pineiro pitched a perfect
eighth. We outhit them 7-3. (Coco went 2-4 with a double, bumping that average up to a robust .150, and Wily Mo answered my wishes in a BIG way.) Yet in the
end we went down to a pitcher who looks like the unmasked
Darth Vader. You know
the old saw: You’ll win 60, you’ll lose 60, it’s the other 42 that are up for
grabs.
In my very
humble opinion, last night’s game was grabbed by the wrong team. (Perhaps the
Blue Jays were driven to such an overpowering three-hit victory thanks to those
42,000 vociferous fans, most of whom were there thanks to some stupid “Toonie
Tuesday” promo. That’s two bucks — Canadian — to sit the nosebleed
seats and chant “Red Sox Suck.” Where were these passionate diehards in ’04 and ’05? For some reason, this team and their fans annoy more more than anyone else but You Know Who.)
Anyway,
what’s done is done. Now we’ve squandered the second good outing from one of
our marquee pitchers. Tonight we have Wakefield
— who, while comfortable pitching in domes, and possessor of the lowest ERA on
the team, is never fail-safe — and Tavarez going against these guys. Last night
was a game we should’ve won. Tonight and tomorrow are games we have to.
This is a
very important stretch. (“Most crucial of the
season” is pushing it.) But the next two games against the Jays, those
three this weekend against the MFY at Fenway, and then two more against Toronto
at home, come at a very opportune time.
Here we can
put a bit distance between ourselves and our two closest rivals that might come
in handy later in the season after we enter our patented June-July doldrums and
the Pinstripes, as always, come charging back. Troy Glaus and BJ Ryan are out
of commission. So are three fifths of the Yankees’ starting rotation. Now is
the time to step on their necks.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
This
happens almost every year. I may well be jinxing a season that could end up as
bad or even worse than the tragic 2006 campaign. This is a ball club that’s infamous
for starting strong, raising your hopes all summer long, then punching you in the
gut when it matters most. There are 151 games left to play. It could all go
south tomorrow.
But I’ll
say it anyway. I’m starting to really
like this team.
Let’s just go
down the lineup for yesterday’s
game, shall we? (Thankfully, Coco did not
play; I have not lost faith, but the less
said about him right now, the better.)
Julio Lugo. Um, like, wow. That lead-off double
to get things started yesterday was sweet enough. (He leads the team in hits, BTW.)
But those three Web
Gem-worthy plays? Wow. Just...wow.
Maybe he’ll stick
around for a while.
Kevin Youkilis. The beard has got to go. But he’s
shown nothing so far to suggest he won’t have a great season. OPB (.386) and
SLG (.421) are about where they should be. And at the bag, he’s a pickin’ machine.
David Ortiz. He hit his fourth home run
yesterday, his second of the weekend. He has more than the rest of the team
combined. And he’s hitting them to deeeeepest center. Could he crack 60?
Manny Ramirez. He’s only hitting .200, but he’s in
the team’s top five for RBIs, and he just got profiled in the New
Yorker — “reading material,” sez
Edes, “that is as likely to be seen inside a baseball clubhouse as Crochet!
Magazine.” Actually, I have it on good authority that Manny is a subscriber
dating back to Robert Gottlieb years, and that he regularly enters the cartoon caption contest
using a variety of pseudonyms. (Actually, that’s not true at all.)
J.D. Drew. He’s
hittin’ good. Real good. With a .342 batting average he’s ninth and the AL,
and he had what could’ve been a ten-game hitting streak ended on Saturday
thanks only to Terry
Francona’s heedlessness.
Mike Lowell. He seems to get the big hits at the
right times. He’ll seldom kill a rally. He loves that left field corner. Drove
in three runs the other night. Six doubles and counting.
Jason Varitek. He’s got to start hitting. Got to. (Hey,
he did, uh, draw a walk yesterday!) But — and I know you’ve heard this before —
he’s handles this pitching staff like a master. And that’s important. And
it’s a lot harder that you might think.
Wily Mo Pena. Can’t hit curves. Can’t hit
off-speed stuff. But, boy, can he mash those fastballs. At least he could last
year. He
needs more playing time. I wanna see that crabwalk ‘round the horn again. Soon.
Alex Cora. Smartest player in the majors? Future
manager? Perhaps. But that’s for another day. Yesterday, he had sweet
two-out RBI in that huge first, and a nice little heads up play in the sixth. Supersub!
Josh Beckett. 3-0 so far. 1.50 ERA. .83 WHIP.
He will win 22 games. He will win the Cy Young. He will hit 15
more batters. He will make this face 47 more times:
All that
and a slice of pie.
Friday, April 13, 2007
[Lost post (?!) from 4/11 ... more to come after tonnight's LAA game. Rainouts and computer glitches suck.]
Sorry about
no post yesterday (a/k/a the best day of the year). Got back from the game
late, and I had jury duty today. (And will tomorrow, and the day after that.)
Suffice it to say, the game was amazing.
Beckett looked a true ace, using his
breaking and off-speed pitches to play with guys' heads, then unleashing that
fastball to blow 'em away.
And the offense was, like, so on. It was almost
sad to see Jeff Weaver looked so pitiful out there, but scoring runs in bunches
is always a fun thing. Hell, even Tek looked alive.
Fantastic final score. Perfect pre-game festivities.
A bench clearer and GOULET?!?
 Gravy.
But tonight is the big event. (The one I got all excited about back in January...hey, only off by a day!
Beckett K'd Ichiro three times yesterday. It was only the second time, stateside, that the elastic hit machine has struckout thrice in a row.
But
it did happen a couple times back when Suzuki was playing for the Orix
Blue Wave. And the man who did it there most recently will be staring
down at him tonight.
Thursday, April 05, 2007

Watched the first five innings at
Game On!
(That exclamation point is part of
the name. I was excited, but not that excited!!!!!)
The place wasn’t nearly as crowded as I’d figured it would be. In fact, a goodly
number of the people there were Japanese reporters and cameramen interviewing bartenders and beaming images
of people sneaking out for a couple pops on their lunch break 7000 miles across
the globe, back to Japan, where it was 3 a.m. (Here’s how you get there, by
the way.)
Can they spare any more reporters?
There were reportedly 135 of them in Kansas
City.
Anyway, the guy next to me was from Hokkaido, and his name
was Hide (pronounced Hee-day). I
think that might be a diminutive of Hideki, which would be fitting since his
team back in Japan
is the Yomiyuri Giants, former home to Hideki Okajima and Hideki Matsui. In
fact, the latter is a favorite of Hide — and that, plus the fact that he lives
in New York,
means that he’s a Yankees fan.
(He’s not wild about Okajima,
incidentally, because “he’s not that good.”)
But today, said Hide, he was a Red
Sox fan. For one day only. Because today was a special day. Today, Daisuke Matsuzaka
stood on a mound, bathed in the chilly April breeze, and made his major league
debut.
It was a little Dicey at first (ha!
ha!) what with that single and that walk. But then that double play
settled him down right quick. And thhe next four innings were pretty clean. It was cold, but he was just cool. Before you knew it, he was just mowing guys down.
Mixing it up, changing speeds, keeping ahead of 'em, keeping 'em guessing.
In the fourth, Esteban German is
called out on strikes. Bam. Mark Teahen Ks swinging. Bam. Emil Brown goes down
swings. Bam bam bam.
A homer in the sixth, but then two
more strikeouts in the seventh. Call it a day.
Romero and Papelbon nailed it down
in the eighth and ninth. And that was all she wrote.
As the sun rises in the land of the rising sun, millions upon millions of Japanese
hit the sack at four in the morning with smiles on their faces.
I think we got ourselves a nice
starting pitcher.

Hey, good
game last night!
Beckett?
Got the job done, even if he didn’t always, as Joe Jackson is wont to say, look
sharp
Lowell?
He’s never made three errors in a game before. Something tells me he’ll never
do it again. He will, however, hit several more doubles. Just a hunch.
The bullpen
looked great.
Manny and Tek got their first hits,
Youks got his first homer, and JD Drew continues to amaze and astound.
Well, he doesn’t astound me. I
expected him to be this good. Let’s just hope he stays healthy and makes all
the Dirt
Dogs, Glob
bloggers, and ‘EEIdiots
in this town eat
crow.
(And, jeez, he’d better be healthy,
what with the cosmonaut-tested
healing device, hyperbaric oxygen chamber, infrared sauna, and the chips
implanted in his cell phones and computers to limit radiation damage. And
that’s not even counting the Makers
Diet and the Living Fuel. Yum!)
Now, of course, comes the
big event. One hour and counting. I’ll be taking a late lunch to catch the
first few innings and will report back later this afternoon.

No
pressure kid.
Monday, April 02, 2007
* Manny strikes
out looking.
* Wily Mo
(pinch-hitting for JD) strikes out. Four straight Ks for the other Joel.
* Mike
Lowell scorches one down the third base line. The
man loves his doubles.
* Varitek flies
to deep right.
Guess who
won’t be winning 162 games this year?
And guess
who’s got 48 hours to think about it?
Joel Pineiro
in.
Gload beats out on an infield single.
Buck flies out to shortstop.
Pena triples to deep left center. Again.
Dejesus grounds out to first.
Grudzielanek flies out to center.
* Crisp grounds out to first.
* Pedroia singles to center…just barely.
* Meche out to loud applause. They like their new ace!
* Lugo lines one
up the middle for his first Red Sox hit.
* Youk gets it to a full count, then strikes out. Way to let the worst bullpen
in baseball off the hook.
Gobble and Riske. Warming up. Two great bullpen names.
* Ortiz
steps in agains Joel Peralta. Puts up a good fight, but Ks swinging with two
on.
* Teahen strikes out swinging.
* Sweeney singles to left.
* Gordon grounded out to first, Sweeney to second.
Tito pats Okajima on the butt. Donnelly in.
* Shealy strikes out.
* Drew grounds
to first. Meche is killing us. And making it look easy.
* Lowell flies to right.
* Tek
grounds weakly to short.
* Okajima
sacks up admirably and strikes out Pena on a high fastball.
* Dejesus skies
one to the warning track in center. Coco shags it.
* Remy
complaining about the Japanese boxed lunches the media were served today.
Orsillo notes that Remy “killed two of them” anyway.
* Grudzielanek
grounds to third.
Okajima in.
First pitch launched over centerfield wall. 6-1.
Welcome to
the Major Leagues, shadow warrior. And this isn’t even the AL East.
* Youkils
reaches first on an errant throw (strangely, it’s scored as a hit). Gets cocky.
Out at second by A LOT. In@#$%excusable.
* Ortiz hit
by pitch. Takes his base. Miraculously, he does not try to steal second.
* Moot
point. Manny grounds into a DP.
This game
displeases me.
* Lugo and Pedroia turn their first double
play of the season.
* Gload
chops one to first.
Seven
pitches and out for Javier Lopez.
* Coco strikes out looking on what he
thought was ball four
* This is
just not our day. Pedroia out at first on a jaw-dropping defensive play
courtesy of our old catcher’s offspring.
* Julio
Lugo with the strikeout hat trick. Is it time to start missing Gonzalez yet?
This game
is only half over. Is that good news or bad news?
* Gload
grounds to second.
* Buck
doubles to left.
* Son of
Pena walks on five pitches. (Surprisingly, only Schilling’s second BB.)
* Dejesus
flies to left. Javier Lopez starts warming up in the pen.
*
Crudzielanek lofts a double to deep right over Drew’s head. Buck and Pena both
score. 4-1 bad guys.
* Teahen scorches
one to center. Grud scores. 5-1. I have to say, I was not expecting the game to play out like this.
* Sweeney,
mercifully, strikes out.
* Manny
grounds to third.
* JD
singles to right. Congrats on the first Sox hit. On-board percentage!
* Lowell reaches on fielders choice. JD out
at second. Bah!
* Tek
strikes out looking. This is fun.
* Sweeney flies
out to center.
* Schilling
strikes out Alex Gordon again. His fourth of the game.
* Shealy
grounds to third.
Finally, a
nice, quick (15 pitch) 1-2-3 inning for the ace of the staff.
* Lugo strikes out (again) on an inside
fastball.
* Youk
flies out to right. Not liking this team’s patience so far.
* Ortiz out
on a slow dribbler up the first base line.
Ugh. This is Gil Meche, guys. At least make him work for it.
* Buck
works a full count, but grounds to short.
* Tony
Pena, Jr. triples to center (almost a HR) as Coco stumbles all over himself trying to
pick it up and get it back in. Curt's changeup is not really working for him.
* Dejesus Ks
looking on a nasty outside fastball. Second strikeout of the game for Schill. He
needed that.
* But
throws his 50th pitch of the game for a ball to Grudzielanek…who
singles on another bad changeup past Youkilis. Pena scores. 2-1 KCR.
* Teahen
strikes out swinging.
Well, that
was quick.
* Tek pops
out to shallow right.
* Coco grounds to second…something I have
the feeling he’ll be doing a lot of this season.
* Pedroia hits
one down the third base line…but ill-advisedly tries to stretch it into a
double. Out by a mile. Or at least 10 feet.
Again: WTF?
Same old,
same old.
* Dejesus
flies out to right. JD snags it easy with plenty of room.
* Grudzielanek singles to left.
* Teahan singles to center. Uh-oh.
* Sweeney lines
a base hit into left. WTF?
* Uber
prospect Alex Gordon, a lifelong Royals fan, in his first Major League at-bat,
finds the bases loaded. Strikes out on a splitter.
* Shealy
walks. Grudzielanek scores. Tie game.
* Gload
flies out to center. Thank the maker.
Schill
looking very mortal so far…already thrown about 35 pitches.
* Lugo strikes out swinging after working
a full count.
* Youkilis
continues that hot spring…singles to right.
* Ortiz
lines an authoritative double to left center. Youk scores. 1-0 Sox!
* Manny
flies out to center on a hard-hit ball.
* JD Drew
bumps up that OBP to 1.0 with a walk.
* Mike
Lowell skies one back and toward the stands…would have been an easy out,
but a fan interferes…strikes out swinging with two men on. D’oh!
By
all rights, we should win today. And Wednesday, and Thursday. (Thanks, by
the way, to whoever decided to schedule Matsuzaka's start, one of the most
anticipated Major League debuts in baseball history, at 2 p.m. on a weekday. I'm hoping, at least,
that that's partly for the benefit of his fans back home, many time zones
away.)
Anyway. Today. Everything is set in place.
Schilling
feels good, and has added to his repertoire.
Big Papi is ready to "Kill the
ball!" (And so is Manny ... enjoy
it.)
Coco
and JD
have a lot to prove, but could very well do just that.
Papelbon is back
where he belongs.
Matsuzaka seems
to know what he's in for next Wednesday, but still, really, has no idea.
The bloggers — Hart
and Red & Denton and Chad and Seth and Curt and the
hundreds more like them — have itchy fingers. (Curt will just have to wait a
bit while he tends to his day job, but don't be surprised to see a new post at 9:17
p.m.
breaking down every pitch he throws this afternoon.)
The
SoSH game thread is locked and loaded.
I'll be
blogging every inning starting around 3:30 this afternoon; check back later
today.
In the mean time... last week, I buckled up for Ravi Jain's most excellent
video blog, DriveTime, to talk about
Matsuzaka Mania and the upcoming season. My fellow guest was Momo Shinzawa, who
translated for our Japanese viewers, and instructed the Fenway Faithful on how
to tell Dice-K how great he is. Stay tuned to the end of this talk show on
wheels for a special guest — from the trunk!
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