It's been a frustrating series and it could be a similarly frustrating month--hell, year--but that just wasn't. fair.
Even Remy and Orsillo were up in arms about it--that Ortiz blast that became a mere single thanks to getting hung up in the crap hanging from the Metrodome's ceiling. Ortiz hucked his elbow pad in the general direction of the dugout at first base. Moments later, Manny dumped his batting helmet on the ground as he grounded out. Francona flapped a hand in disgust. The umpires shrugged apologetically. There was nothing anybody could do.
"Think about it," Orsillo said, not letting this go. "What if Ortiz misses the home run title this year by one?"
"Then we can remember this night," replied Remy darkly.
This is kind of like when everything's going wrong at work and you get in a fight with your significant other and your mom calls to nag you and you stub your toe and you have a huge zit sprouting on your chin and someone flips you off in traffic and you have a headache and you carry yourself through all of it with steady aplomb, but then when you get home and realize there's no more chocolate ice cream left you start to cry and throw things. It's not like it's a close game or anything--but something about that whole debacle felt quite like a straw on an already straining dromedary's lumbar vertebrae.
Christ, it's only June and already I'm starting to get a hankering for the paper bag again.
P.S. According to my book:
June 16, 2002
The Braves vs. the Red Sox. It was another interleague matchup of "historic rivals," albeit ones who had only faced each other in exhibition play before interleague play began. The Red Sox fared poorly in the first years of interleague play, but Derek Lowe struck out 10 and beat the Braves, and Boston-area native* Tom Glavine, 6-1.
*As a native of the Merrimack Valley, I feel compelled to note here that Tommy Glavine is from Billerica (or, as it is properly pronounced, "B'ricka")
Even the Twins announcers were complaining about the Ortiz 'single' and basically echoing what DO said: "What if David Ortiz is tied with Jim Thome come September?" Their comment was: "I can't wait until we get the new stadium." I'll second that.
Posted by: Iain | June 16, 2006 at 04:39
LOL @ "B'ricka" It took me years to figure out how to spell it - wasn't until I was living & working in the M.V. area for some time. Are you still up around these parts?
Posted by: Couch Potato | June 17, 2006 at 09:30
I was just scrolling through the comments on Tertia's blog and chuckled when I saw your *irrational* response to my comment "We live in a male dominated world." It all made sense though when I came to your blog and see that you're a Sox fan. No wonder why you take sports so seriously.
Our babies were born on Thursday, October 14, 2004. When my son was delivered - the doctors asked me what his name was and I replied "Well, had the Sox won last night, it would have been Pedro Martinez 'insert last name here', but since they didn't - we'll name him after his Dad."
I'm originally from MA and the week our triplets were born was the BEST week of my life. I gave birth to three healthy babies. The Sox beat the Yanks & went on to win the Series. The Pats broke the NFL record for consecutive games won. And I lost 70-pounds ... in 7 days. (interestingly enough - I had a premonition in 3/04 that the Sox were going all the way. At our first ultrasound - the first words out of my mouth were "Yay!" and then "This means the Curse of the Bambino has been broken and the Red Sox are going to win the Series." Damn if I wasn't right!)
Some sports I get pretty fanatical about, too. Although, I don't think I've ever seen anything as horrible as a clean shaven Damon wearing Yankee pinstripes. See, if women ran the world - THAT would never happen. The Mets, maybe. But NOT the Yankees. Oh, the humanity.
Posted by: Jen3 @ Amazing Triplets | June 17, 2006 at 23:14