also, my parents have high-def, nice!1. I think I'm going to start voting for Scott Proctor on the All Star Ballot. I love him. He's, like, my favorite player.
2. Too bad about the end of Youk's hitting streak, especially since that at-bat in the eighth was a bit of a gift. The bright spot is, I guess, that the streak ended mostly due to his patience (three walks). Maybe he'll blog about it.
3. I'm in California, as it is time once again for my now-annual trip to see my family around the same time the Sox come out to play the As. I'll be at Wednesday night's game with my folks and the Thursday afternoon game with my best friend from high school, doing my best to make the case for the universal home field advantage rule.
4. A veteran of the cross-country Jet Blue flight, I mostly like to get drunk and watch Iron Chef marathons, but last night I made the mistake of trying to monitor the game via the ESPN news ticker. Mistake! All the agony of watching the score creep from 3-3 to 9-3 over the course of one inning and none of the joy of seeing the bench-clearing ... stand around and do nothing. I saw a brief clip that showed that the bullpens ran in to stand around and be part of the ice cream social, and I can only imagine that we barely missed Papelbon shooting down Yankees like ducks, Okie throwing punches with his eyes planted on the ground, Brendan Donnelly daring people to hit a guy with glasses, etcetera. Clearly, the only reason the bullpen didn't notch three or four kills last night was that Mike Timlin is still in Pawtucket.
5. The Fox coverage this afternoon was actually pretty free of McCarverisms and other assorted crimes of broadcast journalism (although Pedroia was referred to as both gutsy and gritty during his first at-bat, which I imagine sent to the kids at Fire Joe Morgan into fits), but I really feel like they dropped the ball in the eighth by not pointing out that the crowd appeared to be chanting "Whe-ere's Rog-ah?" at a fairly deafening level. Remdawg and Don-O would have been on that.