Dad and I were on the phone again as the game began, discussing the Gagne trade.
"Poor Kason," my dad said. "Too bad we had to let go of that kid."
"Yeah," I said, "But Gagne is a heck of a guy to be able to say is your setup man."
"True." My mother shouted something in the background.
"Your mother says they'll be sorry. She doesn't like the deal," my dad relayed to me.
"Well," I said. "I think Gagne's being brought in to replace Timlin."
"And Donnelly, don't forget."
"Right. And I heard they were going to flip MDC to Chicago for Dye, in which case they would've needed bullpen help that much more. I think Gagne was also a setup move for that one."
"Could be. We'll see. Joshie better buckle up here tonight, this kid they got goin' for the O's is pretty good."
"Joshie will be fine," I said. "I have a gut feeling." Not like him to lose twice in a row, especially coming back to Fenway.
"Well it's not necessarily him I'm worried about. Last time he pitched more than well enough to win, but nobody freakin' hit anything."
"Everybody's coming back home. He's gonna do fine."
"All right, well, we'll see. See ya."
Click. We hung up. And in the very next second, Brian Roberts hit the first pitch of the game into the right field corner for a home run.
Two seconds after that, my dad's phone was ringing again.