And so the Red Sox offense yawned, rolled over, and said, "well, if National League pitchers are going to be serving up fat meatballs on a silver platter, I guess we could be called upon to score some runs."
I kind of worry a little about interleague play. It's fun to feast on National League pitching, but I remember last year when interleague meant 12 wins in a row and then the rest of the season was one long Bataan Death March of suckitude. I don't want them--or us--to get too used to, say, JD Drew having a 7-RBI night, because that's just got to be evidence of the disparity between the leagues.
Seriously, what was up with JD last night? Maybe he just couldn't stand not to show up his smartass-looking little brother, Stephen, who was at short for the D-Backs. Whatever it was, I hope it continues for longer than this series, even if like Kristen I still don't know what JD Drew sounds like.
Also! I know Edgar Gonzalez didn't hit Manny in the wrist on purpose, but I'd still like to give him a slapping around anyway. As Sam put it while we were furiously IMing as Manny was still writhing on the ground, "You do not cause Manny pain. It's like punching a baby."
You ("you" being my Dad especially, and also Gordon Edes if he happens to be reading) will notice that Tito tried to get Manny to come out of the game, but Manny insisted on staying on the basepaths and finishing out the inning. He also came back out with the glove and made a catch the next inning as well.
And finally, what's there left to say about Joshua except that he was brilliant as usual, and I hope there's civilization nearby so he can find some college chicks while he's in Arizona. That last pitch to Chris Snyder to open his 8th was among the filthiest he's thrown all season; the announcers on the redsox.com highlight reel call it a split-change. I could watch that shit all day.
Also, watching his batting stance damn near killed me. Windmilling the bat around like he's Barry Bonds, before grounding out weakly to short. I'm surprised he didn't point to center field.
P.S. For the curious, here's an example, finally, of what JD Drew sounds like.