Another night in Minnesota, another loss for the Red Sox. Setting foot in the Metrodome seems to suck the will to live out of the Red Sox. The bats go cold, the pitchers start throwing the ball around like little-leaguers, their hair loses its natural luster and their uniform pants ride up uncomfortably. It’s a place of bad mojo, probably built on an Amish burial ground or something.
Last night was no exception. The Sox were only able to scratch out six hits, the same number of wild pitches thrown by the pitching staff. The Red Sox have scored just 10 runs in the first three games of the series and just four over the past two nights. I blame it on the dome, end of story.
None of that is going to matter when the Sox take the field this afternoon behind Josh Beckett. After having his win snatched away on Saturday, Beckett will likely duct tape every member of the bullpen to their lockers and Tito would have to bring a team of Stormtroopers to the mound to remove him from the game. Complete game shutout for Beckett, write it down. In ink. And after this game the only twins I want to see are these…
