Game 2: Ok, So Was THIS Opening Day?

Final Score: Boston Red Sox 7, Kansas City Royals 1

We’ll give you a mulligan on Monday’s game you guys. That mess Schilling dished out didn’t count for anything, except for… you know… the standings. I understand everyone must have been a little tired from all the training and there was a foreseeable let down. I’m just glad that a day of rest between then and now was enough to help right the ship.

It’s just too bad for Odalis Perez that it got righted on his freaking head. The Royals looked as hapless as I remember and without Gil “Cy” Meche at the mound, they didn’t have a chance. Beckett was throwing BB’s and except for some control problems (4 walks?) and he looked pretty outstanding despite a high pitch count. The pen (whose names I still haven’t bothered to learn) looked just fine for a bunch of guys that could possibly be bussing tables in 2 months.

And the bats decided that they would accompany us for an evening stroll. So good of J.D, Manny and David to join us so early in the year. Youk’s big Passover blast in the 7th put the game out of reach and even Lugo, Coco and Pedroia were able to dog pile on the crappy KC bullpen. I think Lugo and Coco have 3 swings of the bat between them over these last 2 games. Meanwhile, Wonderboy is all about contact, he just needs to hit it where they ain’t.

The biggest news about this game was the kidnapping of Mike Lowell. Terrorists must have infiltrated the dugout before the first pitch and absconded with our normally flawless 3rd base human vacuum. The piss poor look-alike substitute was easily uncovered. Three errors in one game? The real Mike Lowell had only 6 all last season. This couldn’t be him. Quick! Get Jack Bauer to help negotiate Lowell’s release.

WE WILL FIND YOU! YOU HAVE MY WORD!

Sorry about that. I should really save the dramatics for the next game. After all, some Japanese guy that you may or may not have heard of is going to be starting. I’m surprised that all the media outlets haven’t made a big deal about this. Oh? They really really are? My bad.

Go get ‘em Dice-K.