*Picture from Fenwayoutlet.com*
Schill looked every bit of his 40 years tonight: left after 6 with a 6-2 deficit, and the pen, and the bats, did not help the cause: 12-2 Rockies, and it was as ugly as it reads.
6 days after pitching a 1 hit shut out, Schilling got lit up pretty good. And that's gonna happen: he's not the same guy who could strike out 10 batters and dominate with power for 8 innings.
He's 40 years old and is having to hit his spots, throw more off-speed stuff, and get good defense behind him. Last week it worked: tonight, 2 errors and trouble finding his splitter did him in.
Every body's gotta take a beating every now and then: tonight was Schill's turn. He'll always earn a "get out of jail free" card with me for what he did in the 2004 postseason. NO WAY the Red Sox win it all without him sacking up and pitching with blood seeping through his sock. My man risked his career to help end 86 years of frustration: I'm willing to give him a pass in what is most likely his final year in Boston when he has his struggles.
Tomorrow is a new day, and Beckett takes the bump: 10-0 for this year's Cy Young winner is my prediction. It's a marathon, not a sprint, and the Sox are sitting in the cat bird seat.
Lastly, Rakes, Trot, and Ciera were, magically, well behaved today: no fires, broken bones, or international incidents to report.
Which makes me think tomorrow's blog will read like the Jerusalem News.
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