Are the Red Sox better than the Yankees? Joel Sherman thinks they could be, and he makes a good case in today’s Post. You know, everyone keeps talking about the Royals being this year’s Anahiem Angels but I think the Red Sox are the team that could be this year’s fuggin Angels. That is if they can survive their bullpen and eighty some-odd years of history. (Red Sox fans have been treated to a charismatic, and spirited group of players this year; even if the Sox fall short, you’d have to say they are about as appealing a team as you could ever hope to root for.)
I avoided the game today as long as I possibly could. It was a muggy Saturday in New York; in the early afternoon, Emily and I decided to take a much-needed break from unpacking. So we drove up to the country to visit my mother and my step-father and their new puppy.
I knew it would be dangerous to check the score cause I was in my step-father’s house. He is a New Englander, and though he doesn’t give a spit about baseball, he grew up a Red Sox fan and a Republican. The TV in his house is cursed accordingly.
It was close to 4:30 when I turned the game on: it was the bottom of the eighth and the Sox had the bases loaded, with the Yanks ahead 8-4. Gabe White was pitching. I couldn’t bear it so I walked away. Five minutes later I saw Rivera give up a double and the score was 8-6. That was enough for me. I didn’t want to make a scene.
Instead, Emily and I drove back down to the city and we listened to the ninth inning in the car. When her boy Jorge Posada hit his second homer of the game, I almost crashed the car I was so happy. (Actually, that’s a fib; we were at a stop light. But I did shake a lot and make a whole lot of noise.) The final score: Yankees 10, Red Sox 7.
Andy Pettitte gutted it out and earned his 17th win of the year. The Yankee bullpen was shaky again but then again the Boston relievers were nothing to write home about either. Pedro Martinez only pitched four innings and took the loss. The Yankees continue to fare well against The Great One.
Nick Johnson had four hits and Enrique Wilson played well against Martinez once again. Jason Giambi continues to slump; Will Carroll admits that the big boy hasn’t been the same since he was plunked twice last week. (Call me a drama queen will ya.)
Rocket Clemens will pitch tomorrow. Act III should be a doozie.