It's official: from now on Wily Mo Pena in left field will have me automatically reaching for the Maalox.
But how about that 300-megaton hydrogen bomb he hit in the seventh inning? He seems to keep those in his pocket for the moments right when we're about to really turn on him. That thing went out to the parking lot across Lansdowne Street and bounced off the hood of a car--like they joke about (note: joke about) on Giant Glass commercials on RKO.
Immediately afterwards electronic communication networks all over the New England region probably lit up like Christmas; I tried to get through to my Dad, but his friend Woody beat me to it, so I called my best friend, and in turn got call-waiting from my Dad while talking to K and IMing several more people...now multiply that by all of Red Sox Nation, and I bet this area was momentarily visible from space. Now that was a blast.
Speaking of guys Boston fans have turned on, Edgar Renteria wore out Daisuke, going 3 for 3 while he was in. But that was about it. Otherwise, I think Sam said it best in her observations on the Diceman's last start:
I noticed it in the 6th inning, when the Tigers started taking cuts so hard they were spun around at the plate. Yeah, Sheffield was one of them, and that's how Sheffield swings, but it was happening to other, less jerkasaur-bat Tigers too. I'm talkin' huge swings, the kind of swing a guy takes when he's SO SURE he has a bead on the ball... only they didn't, and the bafflement upon their faces was extreme. It's like he started REALLY moving the ball around later in the game. "Oh hi, yeah, those first 5 innings were just warmups! NOW YOU SUFFER."
He didn't go nine this time, but it isn't 'cause he was cooked. And that bafflement was writ large on the faces of the Braves, too.
Oh, Daisuke. You make a grown man cry.