*Picture from the Boston Globe*
Complete game. 4 hits. 0 walks. 7 K's. 1 ER.
Should buy you the win, no? Not tonight: Beckett pitched his tail off, and the Sox lose 1-0. One pitch did him in: it just happened to be a home run.
What gets my goat is that Fausto Carmona, who we lit up like a Christmas Tree in Boston last year, has all of a sudden turned into Fernando Valenzuela this year. To his credit, he matched Beckett pitch for pitch, giving up 4 hits himself.
Games like tonight just harsh my mellow something fierce, and the Munchkin getting hit in the ribs AND having one go about 3" under his chin don't help matters.
Not much you can do after a game like this but tip your cap, check your marbles, and get ready for tomorrow. Beckett did his job, Carmona didn't give in, and you start praying for the Kansas City Royals to look like a major league club and beat the Yankees. As I type this, it's 2-1 Yankees, in the top of the 7th.
Something tells me we'll see Cleveland again in October: big difference is we'll have Father Curt back by then, and I don't care how good this kid looked tonight. You tell me we can run Beckett, Schill, and Daisuke out in a 5 game series, I say you better get your tee time scheduled, 'cause you have NO chance.
I'll take those 3 against any other rotation you wanna throw out there.
And Carmona: don't think Sr. Manny and Sr. Ortiz weren't taking notes tonight.
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