I can only imagine that Brad Penny was up early this morning, fixin’ Jason Bay a full Canadian breakfast or perhaps even putting in a good word for him with Eliza Dushku. Because Bay’s two homers in yesterday’s contest with the Angels were a big part of why this morning we’re all chattering about a feel-good Sox win and not a mediocre Sox debut for the former Mr. Alyssa Milano.

Still, this one was good old fashioned Heart Attack Theatre, right down to that two out, bases loaded situation in the bottom of the ninth, with the Sox clinging to a one-run lead and Howie Kendrick fouling off 174 pitches before finally lining out to end the game. It’s nice to read that as I stomped and sweat through those final moments, Papelbon himself was feeling, er, a bit lighter:

“After the fifth or sixth or seventh one, I was kind of giggling out there,” said Papelbon. “Is this really happening? It was kind of one of those moments where you’re like, ‘Man, how many more foul balls is this guy going to hit?’ “

Lots of good stuff in this game, though, including Rocco legging out an infield single to set up Bay’s two-run jobber and a home run from Scenic Lowell. Best of all is the fact that we’ve got Commander Kick Ass of the F@#k Yeah Brigade on the hill today, free from the pressure of having to curb a four game slide. Not that he doesn’t eat that shit up. But still.

Oh and apparently Mark Teixeira is suffering from a sore wrist:

“I don’t know exactly what happened, but I woke up Thursday morning and it was real sore.”

I guess this is where we insert the Beavis and Butthead laugh.

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Peace. And happy Easter.