Take the 3 game series with Seattle in Washington.
Get back to Fenway, lose the first two games BADLY to the MFY's, then put 9 runs up on the board and humiliate Girardi and his minions on national television.
Follow THAT up by dropping the first 2 games of a set against the Angels, the second being a near no hitter before Pedie and Youk at least made it respectable. If I'm going with a pattern, I've gotta guess Beckett looks like Bob Gibson tomorrow, the hitters remember they are actually pretty freaking good, and we drop a 10 spot on the Halo's tomorrow night.
Look, I realize John Lackey is a pretty good pitcher; but there is no excuse other than the whole team contracted Bird Flu 3 hours before the game for him to throw a no hitter through 8 innings in Fenway Freaking Park. I'm not really sure what the problem is; don't know if it's fallout from this Manny nonsense, everyone is mad that one dude got voted off "So you think you can dance", or just the dog days of summer rearing it's ugly head a few weeks early.
All I know is the trading deadline is midnight on Thursday; back in '04 Theo shipped Nomar to Chicago and they won the World Series. Last year, it was David Murphy and some prospects for Eric "I can't pitch in a pressure situation" Gagne, and while he didn't exactly represent the second coming of Mariano Rivera, they won it all again.
So maybe we ship Jed Lowrie, Michael Bowden, and Wally to the Astros for Miggy. Or better yet, we package Buchholz, Craig Hansen, and Luis Alicea to the Phillies for Pat Burrell, The Phanatic, and a cheese steak. All I know is we need something, ANYTHING, to shake up the current situation and cause some excitement.
Meanwhile, I did my part to break up the no hitter; going against everything I've always believed about not calling fellow Sox fans during the game, I picked up the phone, dialed a Vermont phone number, and spoke to JD in the 8th inning. And wouldn't you know it? Pedie got a single and Youk hit a Home Run in the 9th to at least give us a moral victory; nobody no no's the Sox at Fenway Park. Little does she know that my superstitious, idiotic self will be calling her if some moron in Oakland has gotten everyone out in the first inning come the next West Coast trip; sorry, Jane. I just can't help myself.
As I cursed under my breath about the lack of hits and wondered how Pat Sajak still has that plush gig, I walked into my bedroom and saw this:
Beavis and Butthead, apparently enthralled with the latest edition of "Mickey Mouse Clubhouse". It was right about here I realized they must think I'm completely nuts to get myself worked up into a lather over a stupid game.
I just figure it's best they realized it sooner rather than later.