Saturday, July 15, 2006

Game 88: Et Tu, Zito?

Final Score:

Boston Red Sox 3, Oakland Athletics 15

Beware the ides of July. Who is this man that stands before me? Friends, Sox Nation, lend me your ears; I come to bury Beckett, not to praise him. He is not the fireballer of old. He is but a shell of himself, letting the most worthless players stack up hits upon high. Is it a phase? A mere trifle on his stellar season? At 11 and 5, perhaps not.

This defense is also unknown to me, especially Gonzo. This was the noblest Red Sox of them all. 8 unearned runs? Is this 2004 before the Nomar trade? Is this some kind of sick joke perpetuated by the scarred one, Tavarez? “O conspiracy! Sham'st thou to show thy dangerous brow by night, When evils are most free?”

The most disturbing fact is how hittable Zito looked, but nothing came of it. Once the game was out of reach, he was pulled so the bullpen could mop up this mess. “All his faults observed, Set in a note-book, learn’d, and conn’d by rote.” Exactly! Keep it on hand for the west coast trip coming up.

Tomorrow Schilling tries to salvage the series vs Haren. May the bats be blessed and come alive in time. “Cry, 'Havoc!' and let slip the dogs of war.”

(also GO SOX).