Final Score: Boston Red Sox 8, Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim 0A few notes from today's glorious victory:
Tim McCarver. Maybe it was substituting Dick Stockton for Joe Buck, a bit like substituting Folger's Decaf for your regular decaf crystals. Maybe I've just lost that edge and can't recognize bad broadcasting when I hear it. Maybe McCarver's finally turned a corner. Whatever the case, I could actually tolerate...nay, I even enjoyed Tim McCarver's insight into today's game. I don't understand it either. If it happens again, I promise you I'll get my head examined.
Curt Schilling. When I was typing in the title of today's post, Firefox's auto complete pulled up the title I used a year ago today (how long does it store those things?), when Schilling won his 200th victory. The Warrior with the Bloody Sock was even better today, holding the Angels to four hits and a walk through eight innings and, in the process, pushing that much farther past the bad karma generated by his first start. I know we're only three starts in, but I think we're going to see a remarkable season from a man who's transitioned over from overpowering to crafty in an effort to keep in the game for a few more years. Every pitch wasn't a gem today, but though a lot of pitches that would have been kill pitches a few years ago generate contact today, most of that contact was poor; the Angels flied out 13 times today while Curt was on the mound.
Eric Hinske. I love Eric Hinske. I love him so very much. Two for three with three runs and two walks? Are you serious? And who started the flood at the very beginning, after Lugo squandered a bases loaded opportunity in the bottom of the second? That's right: Mr. Eric "Super Utility Man" Hinske, with a lead-off triple in the bottom of the third. Can we teach him to play center field and spell Coc0 for Slump on the bench for a while?
Gary Matthews, Jr. $50 million and you can't catch a fly ball with two hands? Sounds like you're worth every penny.
Chris Bootcheck. I love this man's last name; it sounds like part of a porn star name (maybe Horatio Bootcheck?). Maybe someone who only did movies with Old West themes, teamed up with Miss Kitty? If I ran an Angels blog, I would name it after Chris Bootcheck. I'd also like to thank you for your contribution to the run total.
Mike Scioscia. Ever notice how the Angels manager always look like a guy who's just realized he's in a bad neighborhood and he lost his car keys? Maybe the cameras only focus on him when things are going wrong and he just gets the "deer in headlights" look really easily. It can't be too inspiring to see as a player, though; can you imagine playing on a team down in the runs column and seeing that the guy who's supposed to be steering the ship looks like he just swallowed something toxic? I wonder how many come-from-behind wins the Angels have...
David Ortiz. He's so, so, SO Papi.
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