*Picture from yahoosports.com*
I think the look on Coco's face says it all: disgusted. Not with the effort: just with the fact that a 4 game split could have just as easily been a 4 game sweep for the Red Sox.
At least today it can't be blamed on Eric Gagne, who struck out the side with a hit mixed in: This Sox fan was glad, no, relieved that he pitched a scoreless outing. Poor guy has been gripping like there's no tomorrow since getting here, and it was good to see him do what he's getting paid for: get people OUT.
To be honest, going in I had a bad feeling about today: with Crazy Julian on the hill, I halfway expected a 5 run first inning, followed by Tavarez charging out of the dugout wearing nothing but his Big Papi shower shoes and doing the macarena.
After allowing 2 first inning runs, Julian settled down and actually pitched an outstanding game, going 6 innings with those two runs the only blemish on his day. All in all, there is not a whole lot else you could have asked from him.
Main problem? Lobsters. 6 men left on base by my best guess. When your starter gives up 2 runs, this lineup should, and usually does, win the game. But hey, life goes on: the Sox are up by 4 games, which is where they were going into the weekend, and we head to Tampa Bay tomorrow. Wake gets the start where he has a record that resembles Duke vs. Podunk Community College in basketball: Timmeh at the Trop is virtually unbeatable.
Finally, Jason Seaver on "Growing Pains" never had weekends like this: Ciera had a friend sleep over last night, only to wake up at 2:30 am, realize she's not at home, and call her Mom. 3:00 this morning, they arrive to pick her up. Trot decides he needs to wake at 5 with a fever, Rakes gets up at 6:30, and the day begins.
After taking Ciera and Rakes to church, come home, get them down for naps, and watch the Sox lose, we go swimming. This is followed up with dinner at 8, Trot running through his diaper on Ang and my bedroom floor, and Rakes THINKING he had a diaper on in bed when in fact his Dad forgot to put the cursed thing on him, resulting in him peeing all through his pajamas.
If I can con, I mean convince, someone to green light my life for a sitcom, I'm hoping the guy who played Bud Bundy on "Married with Children" gets to be me.
Seems only fitting.