'Cause after you leave, you feel like you have to make a decision. From the seemingly endless supply of yelling, screaming children to the incessant bells and whistles of the video games, to Chuck and his band of renown playing what possibly could be the worst songs EVER, the place makes you decide which fork in the road you need to take. Did I mention you need a shamee to wipe the grease from the pizza off your hands? That stuff could be classified as a Weapon of Mass Destruction.
Trot and the Chuckster taking a ride.
Rakes playing skee ball. I guess you could call it that; it was more like Extreme Wiffle Ball, with Rakes throwing the ball like some side armed pitcher with his knuckles scraping the top of the game. Thankfully, we only had 4 balls bounce off the plastic shield and nobody was killed.
Which I consider a positive development.
After 3 hours that seemed like 3 days, we left with no broken bones and nobody needing stitches. Sometimes you've just got to look a bit for that silver lining.
Back in Boston, Daisuke pitched his tail off, leaving with 2 on, 0 out in the 8th inning with the score 0-0. Somehow Okajmer got out of it; I don't know how, as I spent the entire inning hiding under the chair in front of the computer and chanting "Please don't let them score" over and over again.
Bottom of the 8th, Pedie leads off with a double, JD moves him to third, and Manny hits a single to RF to score the wee one. And I feel bad for even doubting the outcome; I blame that 3 game sweep in Tampa.
1-0 Red Sox, and Dirty Water is playing at Fenway right now, thanks to a perfect inning from The Papelbot.I gotta say. Going to bed after a win makes for a good nights sleep.