First of all, even though Ellsbury managed to get on base twice last night (a new season high!), he really needs to stop flailing at the first pitch every time he comes to the plate. Really. This is way beyond impatience, it's as if he's trying to prove all his doubters wrong with a single swing. Here's a tip for the leadoff man: leave the whole "wounded pride" thing to Pedroia, he does it better than you.
Speaking of Pedroia, how on earth did Figgins snag that "laser" down the line that Pedroia hit in the sixth? Number fifteen didn't look pleased (though the NESN camera people have finally figured out not to close in on his face after disappointments)...
Tim Wakefield, by the grace of God (and some great defense behind him), managed to grind out a quality start, and the game was within reach until the bullpen gave up three runs. I thought pitching (and especially relief pitching) was supposed to be the backbone of this team?!? I guess I can deal with a bad outing from Masterson, I just wish it could have come while we weren't mired in a losing streak and in last place in the division.
So ends the (abbreviated) melodramatic rant. I know this is an overreaction, and that we're four games into the season and that there's no reason to panic, but sometimes acting absolutely ridiculous and ignorant makes me feel better (hmmm, I wonder why Rush Limbaugh isn't happier?).
Oh, and for a more personal note, my friends SO don't get the extent of my devotion to this team... one of them actually asked if he could put in a movie near the end of the game last night! Seriously?!? I've been waiting for this since last October, and you want to watch something previously recorded instead?!
I like to picture Youk saying something like "Nice job getting on base... you DO know you're supposed to do that more than once a week, right?"
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