What a stinky game.
I'm no more of a fan of the designated hitter rule than anyone else, but hell, if it weren't for Big Papi last night, the Sox would have been completely blown out. Two homers! Everyone else, including my two neighbors, Jason Varitek and Wily Mo Peña, had lousy at-bats; in fact Coco Crisp is the only one besides Ortiz who got a hit all night. Ugh. In the fourth we had bases loaded and only one out, and we managed to end the inning in no time at all. Double ugh.
So, for those of you who have requested it, Pete will not be attending any more games until such time as we determine that his curse has been lifted—or unless it's late in the season and the Sox are already out of the running. Hey, I'm a team player if nothing else.
Oh, but in case you're wondering, we had fun anyhow.
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