Just another weeknight at Casa Red
The Rangers are a damn good team; one that’s always seemed to have Wakefield’s number. So my expectations weren’t of Brobdingnagian proportions going into last night’s game.
But a part of me can’t help but wonder what might have been had the umps not botched that first inning call when a Michael Young third strike was called a foul tip. Christ, even Young himself, who started running to first when Cash dropped the third strike pitch, wasn’t sold, but he took advantage of the extra out, getting a hit and turning what would have been two outs and nobody on into the start of SUPERMEGARALLY.
Erase that first inning 6-spot, and the Sox might have won this thing 2-1. It’s all pure speculation, but, damn, if my team’s gonna get its ass kicked, I’d rather see it not swing on a bum call.
So we’re five and a half back, and losers of six of our last eight. And I’m just counting the days until Beckett, Pedroia and Buchholz emerge from the Bat Cave.
