Back to the Real World

Ok, Tuesday was fun but apparently that's over now. Ummm, guys? It's called  baseball, and in order to get the "base" part into the equation, you have to hit the ball with the bat. I know you know how to do that. Don't tease me with 14 runs one day and a near no-hitter the next (actually, a no-hitter might have been preferable. Might have really lit a fire under them). Man, there's just no excuse for being one-hit at Fenway Park, even if Cy Young himself is on the mound...I'm now going to petition the league to see if Jeff Weaver can pitch against the Sox every game from now on.

(In a related observation, the boobirds started coming out in earnest for Coco yesterday...he'd better find a way to turn himself around soon before he permanently alienates a significant portion of the fans, many of whom unfairly blame him for the Sox allowing Damon to walk.)

Oh, well, the nice thing about baseball is that it's played every day. A bad performance yesterday can be erased by a good one today.

Tim's on the mound. Given the Sox problems getting him run support, and what he witnessed yesterday, he must be a little trepidous about his chances today.

C'mon, Sox! Pick it up! Get Tim in the "W" column!