No Credit, Just Cash

I imagine being Tim Wakefield's personal catcher is sort of like being the substitute mailman in my little small town. You're doing an important job, but it's only for every 5th day, nobody pays attention, and much like catching, you're doing a vital, yet largely unnoticed job.

Now, I'm not equating putting envelopes in a mailbox to trying to catch a ball that is dipping and diving more than Ali in his prime; just trying to make a point in a way most people can understand. I'm pretty sure I'd wet myself if I ever had to attempt to perform the equivalent to capturing a butterfly with a pair of tweezers, plus my respect for the everyday postal carrier has never been questioned.

All I'm saying is baseball is a game of repetition; the more you can practice, the better you are. And while Cash is money when it comes to catching Wake's demon of a pitch, he'd hit approximately 0 HR's and driven in a whopping total of 6 runs heading into tonight.

Which makes that 3 run shot all the way over the Green Monster tonight that much sweeter, and the Sox win 5-0 to take the series with the Diamondbacks. As a long time admirer of Doug Mirabelli, this is hard for me to type, but to paraphrase a popular beer commercial....

Kevin Cash, catcher of the knuckle ball, whatever offense you bring to the table is a bonus, toiling in anonymity, we salute you.

1st place and a record of 49-32 at the half way point?

Sounds good to me.