Game 47

Red Sox 9, Mariners 7

This sucked. Originally slotted as a “Scott and Steve Adventure”, the afternoon nearly spiraled into another episode of “The Empty Seat.”

Luckily, my beloved had the majority of the day off, and we did some Steve swapping. After a quick lunch with 0.666 of Dancey and Cassady, LLP, we walked down to the ballpark, in the afternoon sun.

And there was a lot of sun. Unfrozen Caveman Centerfielder was even affected. I thought the hair would help him, but he lost several in the sun.

And so did Joel Piniero. 8 to be exact, all coming in the 4th inning. The Red Sox chased him but quick, and the sun (and the Red Sox, since we hate them forever) chased Sonja.

Oddly enough, the Red Sox cooled down at the same rate as the ballpark. It turned into yet another nail-biting roller coaster escapade, full of sound and fury, but signifying naught.

Bucky watch was set to 0 tonight. I blame the “git ‘R’ Done” banner in Left field. Technical difficulties caused one corner to flop limply during the game, rather like Bucky’s 4 strikeouts. Eh. Lowe is really good at sinkerballs, and everybody was having problems.

Of course, I taunted my fellow roto owner the night before, so I’m sure I’m partly to blame

M’s lose, again. I’d like to win at least one series on this homestand, but I’ll take .500. because I pretty much have to