A beautiful Saturday afternoon in the Bronx, a near-record barrage of hits, and a resurgent Edgar Renteria erase our memories of another ill-timed insertion of Alan Embree. (plus Keith Foulke throws a scoreless ninth!) What more could we ask for? How about a nice Sunday evening from the Boomah to quell the cockiness that recently started to emanate from the cesspool above Manhattan.
One observation from the broadcast today: Tim McCarver asked why, in the 8th inning, were Edgar Renteria and Manny still on the bench, and why hadn’t Francona done the nice thing and told them to head back to the hotel and relax? Seems to me that them sticking around is nothing but being a teammate. I think we can all be sure if they had disappeared back to their rooms Tim would’ve torn them a new you-know-what for abandoning their comrades. Weak stuff from McCarver.