Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Game 55: The West Coast Sucks

Final Score: Boston Red Sox 3, Seattle Mariners 4

The title of this post went through several iterations, from "I can't believe we're being shut out by Miguel Batista" to some version of "blue colored spheres" - a thinly-disguised innuendo, with a reference to the eight base runners that somehow only turned into three runs against a pitchers who gives up at least a run more on a regular basis - to "Angel Hernandez Is A Douchebag" - because what other umpire ejects a fielder for making a comment about a checked swing call, then throws out the fielder's manager because he can't understand why the umpire won't explain his reasoning. But in the end I settled for the present title, because if there's anything more disheartening than losing on a walk off to a bad team, it's doing so at 1:30 in the morning.

Why have West Coast games start so stupidly late, anyway, particularly against teams based on the East Coast? I realize the time difference means that it's now only 10:30 PM out there, allowing all of those happy Seattle fans to go to bed at a reasonable hour, but you know what? Make a compromise and start things early. There's no reason why the productivity of companies in cities from Boston to Cleveland to New York to Miami needs to suffer the day after a West Coast night game just because of an irrational refusal to start games at 8:30 or 9:00 PM Eastern. It would certainly make these losses a lot more bearable.

One silver lining: Manny moon shot number 499 couldn't have come at a better time. The boys on the offense may have blown an opportunity to score in the eighth, but at least they opened up the possibility for a comeback by capitalizing on an error and setting up Manny for a no-doubter in the sixth. I just realized the home run had an interesting secondary effect, too: Matsuzaka may not have been in line for the win, but by erasing the deficit he created, the Sox managed to keep his artificially-induced lossless streak intact. See, I'm just full of happy thoughts tonight. Now let's get game three out of the way so we can escape the land of midnight baseball.