SF and I had a pretty spectacular time on our trip to the Hub over the weekend. (A special big ups to Parents of SF for hosting.) SF has given a fairly solid review of Friday’s action. On Saturday, as we all know by now, Beckett was terrific, and Wang wasn’t himself. Balls way up in the zone and a bunch of free passes: that’s not his recipe for success. When the two men found themselves in trouble, Beckett was able to strike his way out of it, and Wang wasn’t. Unfortunately we missed the truly great game in the series, last night’s. Brilliant work from Clemens, Schilling, Lowell, Jeter, Minky….a wonderfully played game all around, marred only by a blown call early, and capped by a wonderfully tense conclusion. That’s what this series is about, and I sure hope we see more of it in October. Capital O. Some further notes on our trip:
-Okajima has a Japanese-style punk-pop theme song, "Okajima Okey-Dokey," with the lyric O-K-A-J-I…(you can see where this is going). Pretty funny. Also funny: I think he’s tipping pitches.
-Matsuzaka: The two or three little hip thrusts he does before each pitch…it’s just a lot more strange/homoerotic when you see it in person; especially if you’re sitting on the first-base line. The Yanks were clearly sitting on his fastball, and still failed to do much against him. Given another chance….. Also, the official Red Sox store on Yawkey was selling a "Matzuzaka" jersey. Not sure what gives with that.
-Beckett’s delivery is sharp, compact, perfect. Keeps his hands low the whole way—no exaggerated windup of any kind—and just burns it in there.
-I know we all want our kids to go to Harvard, but when their acapella group comes out on the field to sing the Anthem and they call themselves the Din and Tonics you just start to think maybe the little ones will be better off at State.
-Worst promotion in
Fenway baseball history: Get your free Dick Berardino autograph! Who? Yes, Dick Berardino. What, was Jack Brohamer busy?
-Fact: A wheelchair-bound female ALS patient threw a more accurate ceremonial first pitch than Dane Cook. And you should hear her tell The Aristocrats.
-Yeah, as SF noted, I thought the Yanks were done when Oki came in during game 1. But after
Tito Papelbon coughed up the lead, SF looked like Private Pyle in Full Metal Jacket. ESPN actually cut away to him when they needed a shot of a dejected fan. Not joking. Long lost college friends started calling on that iPhone.
-Bob Sheppard is the best. Carl Beane is a very close second.
-From the first base line, Alex’s swing is really, really, really beautiful. And he just looks like an assassin, with the white gloves and the shiny black bat and gleaming helmet.
-Derek had one heck of a weekend. Big hit in the Game 1 rally. Dinger in Game 2 off Beckett. The winner off Schilling in Game 3. He was spaning the ball all over the place even when he made out. There was a point on Saturday when JD Drew was chatting with him at 2nd base during a pitching change, and it was just amazing how much bigger he was; I think we take that for granted, because you don’t notice it so much on tv.
-Fenway Park on a pretty fall afternoon. If that doesn’t make you smile, nothing on earth can. And forget the score.