So there's one moment I'm personally salvaging as my favorite from of last night's game, which otherwise was a total smoking wreck on the Sox side that I'd rather not even get into.
Bottom of the sixth inning. Nobody on. Two outs. Frank Thomas at the plate. Beckett gets two strikes on him, then jams him with a fastball that Thomas hits with the skinny part of the bat, hard enough and in such a perfect location that it stings Thomas's hands severely. He cries out almost immediately as the ball leaves the bat, in pain, and frustration that he's given Beckett an easy fly ball out.
But wait! Coco Crisp and Alex Cora are sprinting toward the ball in shallow center field. As they close in, both of them have blank yet panicked looks that are immediately enough to make a fan's heart seize, to say nothing of the starting pitcher who just worked through this at-bat in textbook fashion. They clearly, obviously don't know where the ball is.
It finally drops in, between Coco and Cora, but also, alarmingly, about three feet to the left of Crisp. What should've been a moderately easy catch turns before Beckett's eyes into a complete CF.
So this is what Beckett does, turned around looking directly, with narrowed eyes, at Coco. He waits until he has Coco's attention, and then...
After this, he sarcastically mouths, "Two Outs."