What's there to say? Julian got rocked; last night the Sox got beat like Mike Redmond. In fact, by the time it was 8-1 and Ryan and I had gotten tired of making fun of the tiger yowl they play at Comerica whenever the Tigers are threatening to score we shut that poor excuse for a game off and watched a movie instead. We watched Anchorman. And that was definitely a better use of our time than watching that mangled carcass of a game limp into the 9th. Even the part at the end with the Kodiak bears and the resurrected dog. Seriously. Even that part.
Thanks for the birthday present, Red Sox. The feeling's mutual right about now. Whammy!
P.S. After the Jeff Bailey coverage (itself worth a read) in this article, Gordon Edes brings us this little gem:
Sox relievers were sporting black eye patches and gold earrings before the game. "Pirates of the Caribbean" has been a regular part of the bullpen conversation the last couple of weeks, with the relievers calling bullpen coach Gary Tuck "Jack Sparrow."
It's hard to stay completely mad at them for long.