*Picture from the Boston Globe*
After dinner at my folks house tonight, all us kids headed to the culdesac for a little whiffle ball, where Ciera, Rakes, Jared, Garrison, and Karianne played a spirited, rules made up as they go along, ball game.
Arriving home, I checked the pictures from today's game, found this one of Manny after his 1st inning dinger, and came to the following conclusions.
First, put up a picture from tonight's whiffle ball game of Rakes after he got ahold of one, and it's almost identical.
Second, his first T ball coach is going to rip me apart for all the hot dog moves Rakes has picked up watching the Sox games with me and seeing Manny and Papi in action.
As for the real game today, the Sox took 3 out of 4 from the White Sox, and I enjoyed it tremendously. Even though MDC and Pap turned a 8-1 lead into a 8-5 ulcer inducer, getting to see Manny and Mikey go yard is always a welcome sight.
Not even the fact that the Yankees scored roughly half a year's worth of runs in 3 games vs. the Devil Rays can take my joy away. How do you give up 17 and 21 runs like the D-Ray pitchers did on CONSECUTIVE days?
Off to play the Indians and see old friend Trot Nixon for the next 4 games, with Jon Lester getting the start in Cleveland tomorrow night.
From being diagnosed with cancer, to treatment, to working his way back to health in Spring Training and 3 months in the minor's, Lester's been an inspiration to anyone who knows his story.
God bless you Jon: It's good to have you back.