Final Score: Boston Red Sox 4, Detroit Tigers 2This was an “on paper” loss. Curt pitched 100,000 pitches in the first two innings, the Sox left about 100,000 men on base and we were throwing the SUPER B team to the wolves (Tigers?) during the second half of a double header which we ALWAYS manage to split. That’s the “L” baby. Write it down and drown your sorrows in that cheap bottle of wine and the tape of Air Supply. That’s what losers do.
Looks like Hinske didn’t get the memo.
That’s right. He doesn’t know how to lose. He eats excellence and craps awesome. He flies through the air, cracks his neck and hits the go-ahead homer with his fist held high as if to say “YES I AM THE ONE KNOWN AS HINSKE… AND YOUR CHILDREN WILL WEEP!”
Can you believe this guy? He KNOWS he won’t be playing tomorrow (ummm J.D. Drew might make this point moot) and he still give it his all and then some. Hinske is the extra large burrito of ball players. You don’t want him every day, too much and you will get sick, sometimes he sucks, but MAN… when you don’t have another option he comes though in a pinch.
So with our bench players going full bore and Okijima fulfilling contractual obligations to pitch in every game, we got another win. What are we going to do with them all? They just keep piling up. The garage is packed, there’s a half dozen under the bed and the closet is bulging full of ‘em. Greedy with wins… such a sad state.
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