And so it was that in the eighth inning, with two outs, with the bases loaded, with David Ortiz at the plate, with Kyle Farnsworth on the mound, that Papi
swung and missed stared at a third-strike slider to end the rally and, as it turned out, any hope of a Sox comeback. I'm sure as a result the Yankees allowed Kyle Farnsworth some extra time to clean the crap out of his drawers in the clubhouse before he was expected back in the dugout.
I mean...Papi at the plate, Sox down by two, bases loaded...Papi at the plate...no grand slam? Not even a two-run double?
I suppose it's best not to take him for granted, but how often does that happen? On the other hand, how often does that happen?
It should also be noted that Manny seemed off in that universe of his own, that universe where pitches float as big as beachballs toward him at the plate and where he runs the bases as best he can given that hallucinations of circus animals are crossing his path (hence the run through the stop sign for, at that moment, the go-ahead run). That universe that makes you wish you could see through Manny's eyes, like looking through one of those little prismed telescopes that give you fly-eye vision.
Wouldn't it be something if we could get Manny in that universe and Papi locked in and biting the heads off any relief pitcher that dares face him at the same time this season?
In the long run, I'm hoping this becomes a "comma" series, the kind that appears in the books as "The Red Sox took a series from a very good Phillies team before dropping one to the Yankees at home COMMA..." and then on to something more important, in retrospect.