Saturday, June 16, 2007

Game 66: Invasion of the Body Snatchers

Final Score: Boston Red Sox 10, San Francisco Giants 2

"We've replaced Eric's normal Boston Red Sox with a team that can drive in runs...let's see if he notices."

Hell yeah, baby! And as an added bonus, the Yankees pretended Clemens was still an Astro, scoring no runs against their crosstown rivals and pushing the Al East advantage to 8.5 games in favor of the Sox. Now when I see my brother-in-law Danny this weekend, I have a comeback to his taunts over the standings change and Boston's recent change in fortunes! Sweet!

Seriously though: either pod people replaced Drew (three for four with three runs), Lugo (0 for two with two walks two runs) and Crisp (one for three with a walk and two runs) and pumped Pedroia (a perfect five for five and a triple shy of the cycle) full of awesome juice, DC should go into the prediction business, or JT Killer came off that iffy first inning with a fire in his eyes and a sharp knife in his hand, threatening to gut his teammates like chickens (or one of Mike Timlin's deer kills) if the Sox didn't make up the two runs he gave up to the Giants in the first.

After that, man...it was like something changed. Drew gets plunked on the sleeve to start, Pedroia turned one of his Massive Cuts™ into a homer in the next at-bat and (as Robin started screaming while jumping around my living room), it was a whole new ballgame. Papi got tossed on a BS call by an ump whose strike zone seemed to stretch and mutate like mercury on a counter top, but the Sox soldiered on, hitting Zito like they always do by picking up another run in the third, a cluster of three in the fourth, another run in the sixth and three more in the eighth to take the first game of this series firmly in hand. Maybe I've become a drowning man desperately grasp at straws, but the ease of tonight's victory speaks to me of a sea change in the world of Boston baseball: the Red Sox offense is back, baby. Let the domination continue!