*Picture from the Boston Globe*
I was going to post after the gut busting loss last night, but with this freaking insomnia I'm fighting, I was just too wiped out to try. Glad I didn't now. It would have been all gloomy and mopey and I most likely would have said something idiotic like "why not make Okajima our closer now".
Today is MUCH better: got a little sleep (if you call 2 1/2 hours straight a little sleep) and woke up this morning to this realization: Beckett is on the hill tonight.
Suddenly, the Pap blown save, the ground out by Coco in the bottom of the ninth with men on 2nd and 3rd, and Papi, Manny, and Youk going down 1-2-3 in the bottom of the 10th was all forgotten.
Instead I remembered that flat out wicked catch Crisp made to rob Todd Walker, the 3 run first inning, and Oki making the A's look STUPID in his inning of work.
Beckett can do that for me: I have loved watching him since he came in with the Marlins, and getting to see him stomp, spit, and curse his way through 7 innings every 5 days is one of my greatest baseball joys.
So sack up and be the horse we need you to be Beckett: be the stopper and keep the losing streak at one.
It'd be REAL nice to see Beckett be 6-0 tomorrow morning.
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