Maybe it was the lack of sleep, or not having time to get the paper this week. But I thought there was no game last night. The schedule is in my day calender and on my fridge and this champion match up escaped my mind. I started catching up on things I’ve forgotten about since the Sox started really playing. Like eating and laundry.
Then from the corner of my eye I saw Francona on the TV while I was socially (no TV dinner with radio) eating. Looking closer I realized it was the Phillies, it wasn’t a replay. Lester was pitching. It was what I knew would be another classic. Quickly we finished dinner and moved with our drinks to the bar to get a better view of the game.
I had an online seminar when I returned home, but my Godmother, god bless her, promised to call me anytime something happened.
Youky got a homer! Drew got a homer! Another strikeout for Lester!
No one should have classes in the summer. I told myself if I made it through my work by nine I could listen to the 7th till the finish. The seminar ended and my ESPN pop-up informed me it was already the top of the ninth. But usually their games are three hours, average.
Panic mode. Quickly I turned on my radio full blast. Lester 11 strikeouts and no win. 11 strikeouts? This kid is- well should be- unbeatable! It was like Ramirez knew I hadn’t gotten of my fill of baseball for the evening, so just for me, he blew it. So I could listen to at least an hour of baseball, so I could hear Drew get booed, hear the fast shuffle of Ellsburys feet, the sound of a 99mph pitch hitting Ibanez, and hear Joe happily sign off.
So the story is more or less the same. Lester pitches brilliantly getting double-digit strikeouts. Bay is a hero. And our pitching depth outlasts the other guys. Same old story, but in Boston we’re far from bored.
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