*Picture from the Boston Globe*
Schill ALMOST pitched a no-hitter today. I ALMOST avoided getting in an accident today. Sadly, both things happened: Schill lost his no-no and I got the rear end of my car mangled.
Besides a Julio Lugo bobble no A's even reached 1B: no walks, no hits, nothing. He got the first 2 in the bottom of the ninth, then Shannon Stewart pokes one through. Question: why is it always guys like Shannon Stewart or Kelly Schoppach who always bust up no -hitters? You never see a Manny, or Bonds, or Pujols be the guy who ruins a date with history.
Still, Schill was the stopper we needed him to be today, and a 1 hitter counts the same as a no-hitter in the standings: after losing 6 out of 7, the Sox needed a win in a bad way. Papi hits a home run and Schilling does the rest: 1-0 win, and off to Arizona they go.
As for me, came to a stop at a light today that had just turned red, when 3 seconds later a lady in a F150 pick-up decided she wanted to play bumper cars with mine. One minor case of whip lash, a nerve jangling drive home which alternated with me cheering on Schilling on the radio and cringing every time my muffler, which now resides 6" off the ground, hit the road, and I was home.
It shook me up for sure, and I'm not exactly doing cartwheels over having to get it fixed: but I made it home in one piece to my wife and kids. The other folks were banged up but it seems like they will be OK. All that crumpled fiberglass can be fixed.
Gotta say: I hugged my babies a little bit tighter and a little bit longer tonight than usual.
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