Sunday, July 23, 2006

Game 97: Rollercoaster of Crap

Final Score:

Boston Red Sox 8, Seattle Mariners 9

It’s down, it’s up, it’s down, it’s up, it sucks. Losing, wining, tied and then losing again. These are the types of games that turn pre teens into problem drinkers later in life. How can you get so many breaks and STILL not pull out the win? The Sox managed to snatch defeat out of the jaws of victory in classic style.

Lester got roughed up early, but bad defense by Seattle kept it close. Every ball Boston got into the air seemed to fall in for a hit (Adam Jones is an adventure in center). But for the first time in what seems to be a LONG while, the bullpen imploded. The Mariners tied the game off Manny Delcarman and then the Sox bats completely fell asleep. So we are in the 8th, 2 outs, Timlin cruising and Beltre hits a deep fly ball to center… Coco at the wall… misses it… Manny misses it… AND THEY STAND THERE LOOKING AT EACH OTHER!!!!! So the ball is sitting there between them and they’re having a conversation about Sartre or something. Meanwhile, Beltre is being WAIVED HOME! Bad relay, slow toss to Tek… SAFE! 8-7! PUKE!

So here comes Putz (who has been lights out) and he pops Ortiz up, fans Manny and looks down the barrel at Tek who is having an “off year” to put it mildly.

And the Capitan takes him deep. Are you kidding me?

I go crazy and the Sox go into the bottom of the 9th. Timlin back up... and he immediately gives up a walk off HR to Sexson. I repeat: are you kidding me?

It’s already just about as fun as a shovel to the face, but the west coast nightmare is just beginning. Tomorrow (freaking late) the Sox face Oak-town. Zito vs Beckett. Guns… kill them with guns.