They made me the 3rd base coach for some weird reason, and in a matter of minutes I was drunk with power. Like my good friend Nancy from SG suggested, I suddenly morphed into The Human Windmill Dale Sveum and was sending runners with reckless abandon. Final tally? 2 runners thrown out at home and one at third when I had her running on an infield single!
From there, I went to Rakes' T-Ball practice, where he continued to exhibit symptoms of being the next Manny. Dialed in during batting practice, he laced all but two pitches to the outfield, has a pretty good arm for someone 2 ft tall, yet could care less about his glove work. As long as he doesn't stand at home plate and admire his shot into the middle infield or start growing dreadlocks, I think we'll be OK.
I got home with Rakes around 8:10, turn on the game, and the Sox are winning 3-0, with Wake in the groove. 8 innings, 2 hits, 0 runs, 0 walks, and 6 K's, with back to back HR's from Papi and Manny, the final score ended up 5-0.
If you're keeping score at home, that's 2 nights in a row The Large Father has gone yard, and Manny is now at career HR 497.
9 games over .500 on May 7th?
Sounds good to me.