Saturday, April 07, 2007

Game 4: Hey, Little help?

Final Score: Texas Rangers 2, Boston Red Sox 0

Timmy, Timmy, Timmy. Haven’t you learned by now that you NEVER get any run support? This has been going on for years now. When you pitch, the fluttering of your knuckle ball puts everyone into a coma. Papi rests his eyes with the bat still on his shoulder, Manny rocks back and forth with his sippy-cup and Lowell curls up with a nice mug of hot sleepy-time tea. It’s like a Norman Rockwell painting in the dugout. A slice of Americana. The weary Red Sox rest… while the Rangers kick the crap out of them.

6 innings, 3 hits and 1 earned? That’s not gonna cut it Tim! You need to be perfect if we even have a chance of winning. The was no way the bats were making a dent in the “amazing” Rangers ace Robinson Tejeda (who?) and the “fantastic” bullpen they have. Color me impressed.

Oh and on a side note: I am now taking bets on when Doug Mirabelli is able to raise his .000 batting average. Let's set the over/under at May 15th.