about last nightI was really, really nervous about last night's game. Re-arranging the rotation and giving the Carnie King a spot start so that Wake could have his home field advantage at the Trop seemed like a dangerous move, given that merciful Allah seems to kind of hate the Red Sox right now, especially when they do things to try to win ball games. That sort of presumption to tempt fate had me fully prepared for Wake to give up 14 runs in 2 and 2/3rds innings, and never mind what would happen to Kevin Cash, but it would end with him waving a white flag from the visiting dugout, having chased after his nineteenth passed ball.
But apparently there is no stopping Tim Wakefield in the House that Juice Built. Seven shut-out innings on seventy-seven pitches! He appears to have come out after seven because he was bored, or he promised Dougie that they'd do strength and conditioning exercises together or something. [*] If you'd told me at the beginning of this season that there would come a time when Tim Wakefield and Josh Beckett were part of a three-way tie for most wins in the American League? Um. What?
* Yes, I know he came out because he said his back was tightening up. We can't talk about it. GOD MIGHT HEAR YOU.