Final Score: Boston Red Sox 7, New York Yankees 4That's right, fellas. That's the way to get it done. Glad to see both Achilles and Manny's 50th home run against the Yankees make their respective appearances.
I must confess a certain growing affection for one Julian "Dream Killer" Tavarez. Despite the man's long list of "oh dear God why did he just do that" moments he's given us over the past year plus, he's got two enormously redeeming factors to his character: first, I think we're all pretty sure in that "wink, wink, nudge, nudge" way that doesn't brook official discussion that Tavarez infected Matsuzaka with a bit of his crazy by telling the Japanese pitcher to throw at A-Rod's head and put him off his hitting track last week. No harm, no foul, but distracting the most potent part of the Yankee offense didn't hurt in either series - or the time between.
Second, Tavarez - when he's not throwing pitches even Doug frickin' Mientkiewicz can drive out the park, or throwing punches at Joey Gathright - is a lot of fun to watch pitch because of the aforementioned crazy. Watching a pitcher (or listening to the accounts of radio announcers, given in shocked disbelief) direct traffic on the base paths like a glove-toting police officer is like finding twenty dollars in a pair of jeans you've been missing for two months; the money is a huge bonus on top of an already happy find.
Actually, I stand corrected: Hideki Okajima (and to some extent, the rest of the Red Scare) is like finding money in a lost pair of pants. Watching Tavarez tell Alex Cora where to throw the ball on a routine ground ball is just the sort of comedy gold that Bill Simmons likes to glorify.
Also: happy three year birthday to Keep Your Sox On (yesterday)! From humble beginnings on LiveJournal at the beginning of what turned out to be the best possible year to start blogging about the Sox to the sprawling awesomeness we've become now, it's been quite a trip. Robin and I thank every single one of you for stopping by and taking part in the ride.
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