I did hear Manny's 2 run double while driving home, as anyone passing a gold colored Toyota Camry with the driver pumping his fist and screaming on I85 in central NC can attest. I thought I'd miss the last part of the game, as Ciera had her first softball practice tonight, and Dad wasn't about to miss it. Thankfully, for me, the game was delayed by rain and I got to see my little girl, in her Jacoby shirt, Sox cap, and pink and black cleats play a mean CF tonight.
When play finally resumed, the MFY's had 2 on, 2 out, and Slappy McBluelips at the plate. Enter the Papelbot.
3 pitches later, Pap was stomping toward the dugout, Arod was prancing toward 3rd base, and the game was headed to the ninth. After the boys went down in order, Joe Buck was practically salivating over who would pitch the 9th, since there was NO WAY Papelbon would come back out after warming up THREE WHOLE TIMES.
Sorry, Jr. Pap don't roll that way. Of COURSE he came back for the 9th; all he did was strike out Giambi and Posada, then get Cano to ground out to end the game. 'Cause Jonathon Papelbon ain't your ordinary closer; he's part cyborg, part lunatic, and part Jeff Foxworthy.
Whatever he's made of, I could care less. Bottom line is the Yankees sent the heart of the order up to face him, and he went through them like Grant took Richmond, with fires and heartache in his wake.
Bite Pap's Tweeter.
BTW, Tomapalooza references frequent SG commentator Tom Miles' annual visit to Boston from England. Funny doesn't begin to describe Miles, and thankfully I had a chance to talk with him via Candaon's cell phone today. Honestly, I'm not really clear on what was said, but I do know Miles was happy to be in Boston, his little girl Daisy is well, and he apparently loves me.
Since he told me so 3 times.
Miles, I heard you too.