Sunday may well have been the best Boston sports day ever. Of course neither the Patriots game nor the Red Sox game decided anything but for sheer excitement and thrilling outcomes, it has to, at worst, rank highly.
First I must admit I was admonished by my wife for having a crappy attitude watching the Patriots game. My son was watching with us and when the Pats turned it over with 2+ minutes left, I proclaimed, “It’s over.” To be fair, I legitimately thought mathematically the game was over and said as much. Admittedly I said it with a strong tone of poor sportsmanship. My wife told me it was the wrong message to send to my son and it turns out, boy was she right.
I think my son learned the lesson as well as the Patriots sure put me in my place and he’ll never believe another thing I say.
As for the Red Sox, I was at game 1 and it was probably one of the longest, most frustrating nights of my life. The Red Sox were embarrassed, struck out 17 times and only mustered 1 hit and the game took nearly 4 hours to play. To make matters worse, my drive home from Fenway was interrupted by downed power lines which forced me and many others to park our cars on Route 1A for an hour until things were fixed. Bedtime came at 2:50 am, a late night.
Sunday night’s Red Sox game was a near carbon copy for 5 innings with Max Scherzer mowing down Red Sox at will and the Red Sox not getting even a sniff of a hit.
Things changed in the 6th with the Red Sox scoring their first run of the series and David Ortiz worked his magic in the 8th. Jarrod Saltalamacchia capped the night with a walk-off hit.
Game 1 provided much room for debate, like why is Mike Napoli so bad? Why can’t the Red Sox hit? How many checked swings can one team have in one night, oh really, that many? As for strategy debate, I can’t really argue with John Farrell as if your team isn’t hitting across the board, I’m not sure what you can do besides try a few pinch hitters, which he did. Basically you have to tip your hat to Detroit.
Game 2 was David Ortiz’s game and he got the job done. His grand slam was punctuated with an amazing effort by Torii Hunter flipping over the wall into the bullpen, and one of Boston’s finest raising his arms in triumph as the ball landed in the glove of a bullpen catcher (how the hell did the catcher even see that ball coming at him by the way? He was in a crouch, his head below the top of the wall. When did he first make eye contact with the ball? Remarkable). One of the most dramatic sports moments I’ve seen.
Good timing too as heading to Detroit down 0-2 and facing Justin Verlander isn’t ideal.
Mark Oct 13th, 2013 as a special day in Boston sports.