*Picture from the Boston Globe*
As I eagerly anticipated the return of Jon Lester to the rotation tonight, I came home and found the following: Rakes, buck naked in his sisters room. Upon asking him what in the world was he doing, he pointed to Ciera's Barbie dolls on the floor and said "dey not have any toles on Dad". 45 minutes later, after explaining that boys and girls don't take clothes off unless they are bathing or going to sleep, I find this.
Trot, with a red cowboy hat on his head, and Rakes taking the string and making a hangman's noose around Trots neck: I honestly don't know how much more my heart can take. Thank the Lord Ang is heading to the beach on Saturday with her folks for a week. Otherwise, I was seriously considering investing in one of those portable cardiac arrest machines to keep around the house, just in case.
Seeing Lester make his return to the mound tonight was a "it's a bit dusty in here" moment for sure. 6 innings, 2 ER, 5 H, 3 BB, and 6 K's. Not too bad for a guy diagnosed with cancer less than a year ago. Just a ballsy outing all the way around. Mike Timlin, Javier Lopez, and MDC finished it out, and the Sox win 6-2.
No matter what the MFY's and Blue Jays do tonight, it won't matter. The Sox will have lost no ground in the standings, and gained a bit in the "feel good" category.
Jon Lester kicked cancer in the marbles and came back to pitch in the big league's.
It doesn't get much better than that.