We sent those Cincinnati Reds packing with another huge margin of victory. In fact, so great was the Red Sox control over the hapless Cincinnati crew that it was easy to believe, given Johnny Damon's lackadaisacal fielding and an all-too-timely passed ball (scored as a wild pitch) from Jason Varitek that allowed Ken Griffey Jr. to score the Reds' only run of the final 18 innings of the series, that they gave up a mercy run on purpose. Of course, given that the Reds are foundering in their division, it may not be a matter of huge pride to beat them, but a sweep and a fourth straight win are welcome by any means.
The bowlegged Bronson (and for the record, I love his wayward blonde curls right now) pitched a decent effort, going pear-shaped in the seventh but finishing out the complete inning in a raw 45-degree mist that would've sent Pedro to the DL.
What is this weather? At the game the other night, the people in front of me had brought a friend from out of town to the game, and repeatedly assured him, "It's really not always cold in Boston."
"Hope you enjoyed summer," the Rem-Dawg said sarcastically on last night's broadcast. "Now it's time to close the pool, pack up the air conditioners, put away the bathing suits. Summer was a nice four or five days."
Meanwhile, to begin the series, the two teams played in weather so sweltering I personally couldn't sleep just a few dozen miles away. My father's friend Woody said people at Monday night's game were waiting for the stands to clear out in the later innings so they wouldn't stick to each other anymore. By Tuesday night, I was sitting in the stands in my Gore-Tex parka with the hood pulled up. And last night, according to reports, was even colder at the beginning of the game than the end of Tuesday night's game had been.
Take your Lithium, God.