field trip at safecoOnce again, we fail at posting, and we don't even have a good excuse this time! But I did want to drop a quick note to let you all know that I am at least 67% responsible for last night's Christmas in July miracle, a win at Safeco Field.
Apparently, my attendance at a game is the anti-bellwether of the Red Sox home/road splits during the 2008 season. I've seen six games this season, two rare Fenway losses (the game where Lester had to start on three days rest, the frustrating Buccholz return two Fridays ago) and four rare road wins (the two games of the opening series that were played in Oakland, the comedy of errors 15 inning game in Baltimore and last night's game). So even though the Sox had just been swept by the Angels, I had no doubt that they were winning last night.
And, well, the pitching Jon Lester (let's all just forget about that nonsense in the eighth inning, baby crab is a motherfuckin' stopper) didn't hurt either.
P.S. - We ate lunch at a steakhouse on 3rd Ave, and the waitress looked at my shirt and said, "Oh, you just missed one of your players, he was here with his girlfriend." I asked to go find out which player, and she said, "Josh ... Buckett?" Good thing Katie wasn't with me, she might have wept. So I highly recommend Von's Grand City Cafe, they have a 34oz beer that they call a personal pitcher and Josh Beckett eats there.
P.P.S. - Continuing my near-misses with Sox players, I also jaywalked on the same street as Manny. I don't blame him, that entire area is a botched abortion, apparently they don't start running city buses until 90 minutes after the game ends. I actually missed the Green Line!
P.P.P.S. - No time to get caught up on everything we've missed, but -- Papelbon is going to name is baby Megatron, y/y?