Yet another Angels game in which I manage to avoid using a cliche, quote or song lyric involving "Angels" for the title! Boo yah! Or something.
Notes on tonight's game:
Eight fantastic innings from Bronson. Okay, the first few weren't too fantastic, in which he coughed up three runs, and was locked into a pretty steady pattern of getting two quick outs and then giving up back-to-back hits. Luckily something snapped him out of it--he was all but perfect after the third.
Between a called third strike in the early innings and being called out at first when he was safe at first base later on, Manny received a heapin' helpin' o' the shaft tonight. It's sad, but I thought as Ortiz came up with the bases loaded that I don't have half the confidence in Manny anymore that I do in Papi. Maybe it's a function of age? It's hard to remember, sometimes, that Ortiz isn't older and Manny isn't younger, with the way they both come across.
Or it could be that Papi is just touched by the spirit of late--anyone else catch when he hit a clear GO to shortstop (though the third baseman was the one who snared it), and then the guy just froze long enough for Papi to hit first? These things don't happen unless one is on fire. And Ortiz is pretty much the definition of on fire.
What is it with Mike Scioscioscioscioscioscia getting kicked out of Fenway Park? Who's leading MLB managers in ejections in Boston? Him or Ken Macha?
I don't see what the big deal was with the call that Ortiz didn't swing in the third before he hit a single. To me, it looked like he checked it. For serious. Perhaps I have drunk too deeply of the Kool-Aid.
Billy Mueller goatee watch: Kristen insists it's coming back, but I think it looks suspiciously like a fu manchu. More when updates are available.
Kevin Millar hit a home run tonight to start the Sox rally in the third, you know, like it was easy or something.
Said my FH, "Millar just said to himself, 'WELP...might as well'."
And speaking of Kool-Aid drinking, NESN was OBSESSED throughout tonight's broadcast with last night's game. They ruminated throughout on different aspects of the walkoff win, from speculation about the Red Seat (they seemed to be implying it's apocryphal) to an in-depth analysis of the mob at the plate. During said analysis, David Ortiz explained why he took off his helmet before diving in to the mass of celebratory humanity. I thought we were clear on this--with a helmet on, a mobbee is asking for a concussion from the aggressive love of his mobbers--but it was fun hearing Ortiz explaining it anyway.
"I didn't take the helmet off once, and I swear afterwards I had a headache for like, five days," he said. "Them guys hit hard, man. They're like Tyson up there."
The discussion of the mob at the plate then gave rise to one of the great segments in sports broadcasting history, one I sincerely hope Red had his screen-capture technology at the ready for.
Remy and Orsillo were talking about the mob at the plate, and then they were talking about guys jumping around, and then Don Orsillo started saying "Get out your seat and jump around," CLEARLY in reference to House of Pain, which in itself was a Great Broadcasting Moment--but it gets BETTER.
"We do that too, you know, whenever we get a good call up here or something," Remy said.
And then...they started jumping around.
They raised their hands in the air (like they just didn't care) and started bouncing up and down in their seats.
"They don't do that in the ESPN booth," Remy said.
Quoth Orsillo, "Yes. They're stuffy over there."
And there was a beautiful pause.
Finally the camera swung back onto the two of them in the booth, sitting together in silence...and they just put their hands up again and started jumping around.
It was the greatest thing ever.
Well. Not quite as great as all of our starters for the past four games going eight innings or more, having taken two out of three already from the Angels, and the Yankees crumbling against the D-Rays at the Stadium at the same time.
But you know what I mean.