The Sox actually won, 10-9 in a game that went back and forth like an extended arm-wrestling match; in the end, the knuckles of each party had brushed the table before the final decision.
While the victory was hard-fought and should therefore be more satisfying, somehow remembering it is overwhelmingly frustrating. In particular, Manny's baserunning in the bottom of the ninth. Good thing Johnny took care of things for ya, huh Manny? Could you have been more fucking out at second if you tried? Why did you do it? Why? Why?!?
Oh! And! Alan Embree...I don't even know what to say anymore about Alan Embree. I used to call him The Chaw (to the point where calling him "Alan Embree" sounded very strange and felt kind of like having to use the wrong word for something--like calling a tall leafy thing with a trunk a "dog"), but then he quit that, and it appears to have sapped him of his powers, because this season he has been so bad...
HOW BAD IS HE?!?!
I could list the ways, but let's just say, bad enough so that even my most cynical, jaded, bitter predictions and pronouncements when he takes the field--or before he takes the field, about the prospect of him take the field--turn out not only to be true 95% of the time, but to actually be taken a step further by Embree the 5% of the time they're wrong.
Of course, then again, say such a thing about Foulke (even though objectively, you might be right) and I'll pretty much rip your face off. But let's just say it gives me some cognitive dissonance when he, say, gives up two runs over four outs, and then somehow staggers forth from the smoking wreckage to claim the save.
It was a win, but I was disgusted. Go figure.
Then again, Stephen suggested to me tonight that I perhaps take the game just a bit more seriously than is really, you know, healthy. This was prompted by a lengthy rant about how seats at Fenway should be sold according to a merit system including written tests.
Which is really another post for another time.
*Image totally, blatantly, shamelessly stolen from Sam. As usual.