You know a ballpark sucks when its ceiling costs the home team runs. Having to play 81 games in that place must be enough to drive the Devil Rays barking mad, which kind of explains everything from the Happy Heckler to the recent Inter-Division Golden Gloves.
But unfortunately, after a 'catwalk double' that brought the Sox to within a run, capped off by the memorable visual of Kevin Youkilis clapping his hands in sweaty, black-eyed glee while standing on third base (aww...!) it was our turn to be screwed by the rules. Sean Casey couldn't didn't pinch hit because of a Sox procedural error and who should be up next but Julio Lugo, righty-lefty vs. Troy Percival, and what do you suppose happened?
(<--Several people have corrected me on this part. Goes to show ya what happens if you blog while half asleep).
If you guessed, Julio Lugo lined out to shortstop, and the Red Sox lost by one run...AGAIN...you'd be correct!
Meanwhile, I'll admit the losing to the 'Stros on Sunday was almost--ALMOST-- worth it to see Joshie Being Joshie after he walked the pitcher in the fifth inning. After a mound visit from Farrell and Tek, he prowled around the infield screaming something that looked to us like a note to self about not walking the pitcher, but liberally flavored with f-bombs.
Once the inning was over, and the 'Stros had taken the lead, Beckett leapt from the mound in frustration, snarling with bared teeth at himself all the way to the dugout, where he picked up a bat and beat the everloving crap out of the bench with it (My guess is, it had to be the bat-bench combo this time. Since Papelbon started copying the water-cooler thing, that's probably not as cool anymore).
All the while, I was having my usual fascination-aversion reaction, watching him become wrath on my TV screen. It was just like old times.