Now, where were we before I so rudely interrupted myself to witness this debacle? Ah yes, I was recapping my long blogless stretch and was just getting around to…
Thursday, August 16, 2007 — It was a day off for our boys, but that doesn’t mean there was nothing going on. The WEEI/NESN Jimmy Fund radio/telethon (how’s that for a long name?) got underway, to continue into Friday. The Red Sox, as major supporters of the Jimmy Fund, were front and center, with executives, players, and fans participating. I hope you found a few minutes and a few dollars to make a donation.
I am like many Jimmy Fund contributors in that I am motivated by the death of my brother to continue to support the work they do. That might seem counter-intuitive, that I would be so grateful to a place that couldn’t save him, but the fact is they gave him the best chance available at the time. So I donate in his memory. The irony is that the money raised today will be used to develop not only treatment and cures for people who haven’t even been diagnosed yet, but perhaps also to research how cancer might be prevented in the future. Given that reality, it would be appropriate for people whose siblings (or children or parents or friends) are healthy to pony up some cash, as the chances are it will help someone you know someday. Maybe even you. So if you didn’t donate, that’s OK—the Jimmy Fund will happily take your money any time. Go here to give something now.
Now, back to baseball.
Friday, August 17, 2007 — One day, two games with the Angels of Wherever-they’re-from-this-season. Remember that rain-out back in April? They made it up Friday afternoon as part of a day-night doubleheader. And a fine make-up it was, with the Red Sox knocking around Los Angeles starter John Lackey in the first inning. It was also the major league debut of top pitching prospect Clay Buchholz (I’ve been misspelling it "Buckholz" with a "k"), who earned rave reviews in allowing three earned runs in six innings pitched before being sent back to Pawtucket immediately after he stepped out of his post-game shower. (Photo by Sitting Still.)
Game two wasn’t so hot, with Eric Gagné blowing a save opportunity and taking the loss. To be fair, Manny Delcarmen didn’t do his team any favors, allowing a 2-1 deficit to become a 4-1 deficit before the hitters drew a couple walks and whacked a couple hits and took advantage of a wild pitch to take a 5-4 lead into the ninth. It was a short-lived lead. The fans did not take it well, and mere days after he was cheered trotting out to the bullpen between innings, Gagné was besieged by boos.
Then there were the roster moves. Wily Mo Peña was traded to the Washington Nationals for cash consideration and a player to be named (announced just today to be Chris Carter), thus opening up the roster spot occupied for a few hours by Buchholz and later that evening by Jacoby Ellsbury. A game one calf injury to Doug Mirabelli also necessitated putting him on the disabled list and bringing in AAA catcher Kevin Cash as backup for the 15 days Mirabelli is unavailable.
Saturday, August 18, 2007 — It was a pleasant August afternoon, just the right weather for a ball game. But we didn’t have a ballgame Saturday afternoon because #&*!% Fox Sports gets all the Saturday afternoon games, so the Sox weren’t on until 7:00. That was the bad news. The good news was that the Triumphant Mama and I were there. And it was Tony Conigliaro night, in honor of the 40th anniversary of that errant Jack Hamilton pitch that caught the young star in the face, forever changing the course of his career. (Hamilton is now a popular and successful restauranteur in Branson, Missouri, but to Boston fans, he unfortunately remains the guy who beaned Tony C.)
The game itself felt as if we got two games for the price of one. There was the game that sucked, which was the first four and a half innings when Curt Schilling gave up five runs. My running pitch count showed Curt at about 75% strikes, which didn’t seem quite right until I considered that every pitch the bat makes contact with is counted as a strike for pitch-count purposes. The Angels were putting the bat on everything and they were hitting it hard.
Then there was the game that rocked, which began at the bottom of the fifth when the Sox scored six runs, including a David Ortiz grand slam, to take the lead. Curt’s 1-2-3 sixth inning, followed by perfect relief by Mike Timlin, Hideki Okajima, and Jonathan Papelbon, preserved the Sox advantage, to which they added four more runs in the eighth for the 10-5 final.
Oh, and Ellsbury was sent back to Pawtucket to make room for Bobby Kielty, who was signed to a minor league contract back on August 7.
Sunday, August 19 — The glee over Saturday night lasted for 16 hours, around which time the Angels started the weekend’s final game with two first inning runs. It was all they would need to beat the Sox, who scored a lone run and lost 3-1. Julian Tavarez, tagged to make a spot start, pitched well enough to win, any of the three previous games but not this one. Thus the four-game series ended with a split.
Which brings us to the question of why we began and ended the series with spot starters who weren’t replacing anyone in the rotation. None of the regular starting pitchers were injured, and the scheduling didn’t require anyone to work on short rest, Friday’s doubleheader coming after a day off. It seems that what Francona did when no one was paying attention is bump his rotation two days out, thus setting up a rotation in next week’s series against the Yankees of Daisuke Matsuzaka, Josh Beckett, and Curt Schilling. Were it not for the insertion of Buchholz and Tavarez, we’d have gone into New York with Schilling, Wakefield, and Lester, which isn’t bad but isn’t the best we can do either.
And there you have it, the Reader’s Digest version of what happened in the Land of Sox during the week I was lounging in the pool, er, working hard to keep my brother’s home secure in his absence. It was a rough job, but I was willing to make the sacrifice.