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Oct. 13th, 2004 01:02 pmSo . . . last night's game ultimately kicked a reasonable amount of ass. Sure, the Sox lost and all, but considering they lost 10-7 when the score at the beginning of the seventh inning was 8-0, I'm thinkin' the game went well. They could have just lain down and died. They didn't. They got their shit together, they pounced the second Mussina's pitching started to crack, and they made those last few innings ones to be damn proud of.
A few individual comments:
* Since I mentioned Mussina, I'll start with him. He did some astounding pitching. He didn't even give up a hit for six and a third innings. I gotta be impressed.
* Therefore, I am also highly amused that the first Red Sox hit was not Manny, or Ortiz, or Johnny. Nope. It was MARK BELLHORN. All the power hitters in the lineup and the guy to break through Mussina is the guy known primarily for leading the league in walks. When he's not getting struck out. Of course, he also will occasionally turn around and hit a three run homer, just because. This encompasses perfectly why I love Bellhorn - his staggering, hilarious inconsistency. Okay, and also the aforementioned sandy curls.
* Oh, my boy Tek. After not getting not so much as a single hit at Yankee Stadium all year, what does he do? Why, he only goes and gets a two-run homer. Again, love for Tek. *points at icon* Looooove.
* I miss our usual NESN commentators. The guys at FOX suck. Case in point: One of them referred twice to the Red Sox pitcher "Brandon Arroyo" (It's Bronson). The second time he did it, though, one of the other guys spoke up and said, "Did you go to school with a Brandon Arroyo, or what?" In other words, he said as delicately as possible, "Are you just a flaming moron, or what?" Awesome.
* Mariano Rivera, the Yankees' closer. I don't even know what to say there. The man recently had some family on his wife's side die in a freak electrocution in his pool. The funeral was yesterday. He flew into New York to play last night. I don't know. I'm all tangled up on this, because I only know those basic facts. Who knows how he felt about playing last night? Maybe he was relieved to have such a situation to occupy his mind for a little while last night. Maybe he didn't know the two who died very well. Maybe he didn't like them. Maybe he loved them. Maybe he wanted to be with his family, but felt he had to put on a brave face. Maybe after he saved the game last night, he went home and cried. Maybe he just went home and got some sleep. Sure, my gut instinct is to be outraged that he was there at all at such a time, but what do I know? Zilch, that's what. All I know for sure is that I felt awful for hoping, just a little, that the tragedy would fuck up his game. Of course, when I got online this morning and discovered comments from some Red Sox fans (just a nasty little minority, but still) wishing that he'd been in the pool, too, I felt much better about myself. But . . . I don't know. I guess I'll just try not to think about it when he's on the mound. Just think about the game.
That's such a down note to end on, but damned if I can come up with anything lighter to write about now. Game Two is tonight. Also, Game One of the NLDS is tonight, and it just so happens that one of the teams is my National League team. Go Astros!
A few individual comments:
* Since I mentioned Mussina, I'll start with him. He did some astounding pitching. He didn't even give up a hit for six and a third innings. I gotta be impressed.
* Therefore, I am also highly amused that the first Red Sox hit was not Manny, or Ortiz, or Johnny. Nope. It was MARK BELLHORN. All the power hitters in the lineup and the guy to break through Mussina is the guy known primarily for leading the league in walks. When he's not getting struck out. Of course, he also will occasionally turn around and hit a three run homer, just because. This encompasses perfectly why I love Bellhorn - his staggering, hilarious inconsistency. Okay, and also the aforementioned sandy curls.
* Oh, my boy Tek. After not getting not so much as a single hit at Yankee Stadium all year, what does he do? Why, he only goes and gets a two-run homer. Again, love for Tek. *points at icon* Looooove.
* I miss our usual NESN commentators. The guys at FOX suck. Case in point: One of them referred twice to the Red Sox pitcher "Brandon Arroyo" (It's Bronson). The second time he did it, though, one of the other guys spoke up and said, "Did you go to school with a Brandon Arroyo, or what?" In other words, he said as delicately as possible, "Are you just a flaming moron, or what?" Awesome.
* Mariano Rivera, the Yankees' closer. I don't even know what to say there. The man recently had some family on his wife's side die in a freak electrocution in his pool. The funeral was yesterday. He flew into New York to play last night. I don't know. I'm all tangled up on this, because I only know those basic facts. Who knows how he felt about playing last night? Maybe he was relieved to have such a situation to occupy his mind for a little while last night. Maybe he didn't know the two who died very well. Maybe he didn't like them. Maybe he loved them. Maybe he wanted to be with his family, but felt he had to put on a brave face. Maybe after he saved the game last night, he went home and cried. Maybe he just went home and got some sleep. Sure, my gut instinct is to be outraged that he was there at all at such a time, but what do I know? Zilch, that's what. All I know for sure is that I felt awful for hoping, just a little, that the tragedy would fuck up his game. Of course, when I got online this morning and discovered comments from some Red Sox fans (just a nasty little minority, but still) wishing that he'd been in the pool, too, I felt much better about myself. But . . . I don't know. I guess I'll just try not to think about it when he's on the mound. Just think about the game.
That's such a down note to end on, but damned if I can come up with anything lighter to write about now. Game Two is tonight. Also, Game One of the NLDS is tonight, and it just so happens that one of the teams is my National League team. Go Astros!
