CARVER, Mass. – Late game last night so didn’t get to sign in until this morning. Went out and grabbed a 26-ouncer from Honey Dew and gonna crank this out while I drink it.
I’ll cut to the chase since this is supposed to be a recapitulation of the ballgame. Alexander probably did us all a favor by rush-throwing that ball into the ground. It was getting late and the bats were silenter than a long cold winter’s night. Which it apparently was, judging by the frost coating on my cranberry bog this morning.
Sox needed a win tonight like no ones’ business after the weekend they had in New York. But the offense is still dorminant and couldn’t pick up Peavy tonight. Jack was fired up as usual and pitched a helluva six innings and it was all for not. Team’s in a hole now. Time to wake up and start playing like it’s a new season.
And Cahp? Well, Cahp took his eye off that ball. Coulda help Bogaehts out. If Nap doesn’t bend out his frigging ring finger on that crazy slide into second base, he’s in the game and Mikey isn’t playing first base. Too bad Mikey can’t play third. Herrara is faster than a white dude trying to get outta Brockton before dark, but just sayin’ it seems like the bats a bit light.
Last observation on my agenda. The Chicago fans musta been a bit confused tonight. Giving Pierzynski a standing ovation. Are they gonna erect a A.J. Pierzynski statute outside the park? Put it right next to Manny Mimosa’s? Very few cases where you ever give a guy wearing the gray laundry that much respect. Gotta wonder about that.
I’ll give the few souls that ventured to the White Sox stadium some respect. Looked cold there and it flurried. Remy said there was a blizzid there the night before?
Ed. Note: Carver man and friend of the site Francis Flynn is an avid Red Sox fan, Boston-born and bred. Flynn’s day job is maintaining a 10-acre cranberry bog and tract of farmland that has been in his family for three generations. But his passion is following his region’s most beloved baseball team. Flynn recently agreed to provide Fenway Pastoral readers with his own recaps throughout the 2014 regular season. All we had to do in return was promise to publish his pieces unedited and to send him a case of Miller High Life (bar bottles were specified) every week.