Games 88-90: Finish Strong

The Red Sox finished the "First Half" today, entering the All Star Break with an 8-6 win over the Orioles, completing a four game sweep of Buck's Birds. On Friday, Boston won 10-3, and on Saturday 4-0, the entire series becoming contentious with numerous HBPs, one fight, and other unpleasantness. The Red Sox, scuffling off of their National League nightmare, have gone 10-1 since.

Games 84-87: Getting Back On The Horse

After dropping a 9-7 John Lackaster on July 4, the Red Sox ripped off three straight wins, 3-2 and 6-4 over Toronto followed by a 10-4 carpet bombing of Baltimore last night. Even though scribes are writing sentences with "Jon Lester" and "DL" in it, the Red Sox head towards the All Star Break in genuine contention.

Games 82 and 83: Finish Strong

The Red Sox finished a unusually difficult National League swing by sweeping the Astros, 10-4 on Saturday and 2-1 Sunday on a bases loaded ninth inning walk. Boston returns home to normality and the Blue Jays today.

Games 79,80,81: Halfway Home

The Red Sox wound up dropping 2 out of three in Philly, losing 2-1 on Wednesday before pulling out a Thursday redemption, 5-2. Boston's trip to Houston started out much better, winning 7-5 last night. The Red Sox are 47-34 at the 81 game mark, exactly halfway through the season. Remarkably, the team has gone 45-24 since the 2-10 nadir in April. #mathishard

Game 78: UndoubtedLEE

Last night right here in the birthplace of liberty, the Red Sox were simply dominated, the Phillies' Cliff Lee tossing a two hit shutout in a 5-0 loss.

Game 77: It's Miller Time!

The struggling Red Sox narrowly avoided a sweep by beating the Pirates today, 4-2, behind six innings from formerly hot prospect Andrew Miller. The four game losing streak mercifully over, the Red Sox move on to Philadelphia for a series that starts Tuesday.

Game 76: Walking The Plank

The Red Sox dropped another game in the Steel City yesterday, 6-4, with the offense struggling mightily in what has become a National League Death March. The Red Sox have one game left against Pittsburgh today before visiting the City of Brotherly Love Tuesday.

Game 75: Avast! Ye Scurvy Dogs!

The Red Sox dropped their third straight game, 3-1 to the Pirates last night. The struggles against a supposedly weak National League continue today and tomorrow, then Tuesday in Philadelphia, and then into the holiday weekend in Houston. Hopefully the struggles end today.

Games 73 and 74: After The Fire....

After the ferocious 14-5 drubbing, Boston dropped a pair of decisions to the Fathers, 5-4 on Tuesday and a rain shortened 5-1 last night. The Red Sox are off today, but they continue interleague merriment in the Steel City tomorrow.

Game 72: Unleash The Hounds!

Last night in Boston, the Red Sox greeted their guests, the visiting Friars, with a quite rude 10 run seventh, busting open a 3-3 tie and pushing their way to a 14-5 win.

Games 69-71: A Pyrrhic Weekend Song

Over the weekend, the Red Sox took two of three from the Brew Crew, a pair of pastings, 10-4 and 12-3, sandwiched around a 4-2 loss in the middle. However, the victories were not without cost, as we start the new week without CC Music Factory and Cowboy Clay, both of whom are in the MASH unit with hopefully short term injuries.

Game 68: Pyrrhic Victories

The Red Sox defeated Tampa Bay and the Naughty Fish yesterday, 4-2, albeit with both Cowboy Clay and Farmer Jed removed with hopefully mild injuries. The Red Sox return to open the Interleague Bonanza today with Prince Fielder and the Milwaukee Brewers.

Game 67: Beckett's Back (And There's Gonna Be Trouble...)

Josh Beckett took the ball after yesterday's shutout and blanked the Naughty Fish himself, tossing a one hit wonder at Tampa in a 3-0 win last night. The two teams play again today at the Juice Box, Cowboy Clay facing off against David Price.

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Congratulations to the Bruins for bringing home the Stanley Cup last night, 4-0. Let's hope that's the first of two Boston titles this year.

Game 66: Shields Up

Big Game James Shields shut the door on the Red Sox, chucking a 4-0 whitewash to end Boston's winning streak in Tampa last night.

Game 65: Bring Out Your Dead

Yesterday in Toronto, the Red Sox fell upon Canadian supply trains with great vengeance and furious anger, pounding out a 14-1 beatdown upon the hapless denizens of Universal Health Care.

The Sox, winners of 9 straight, move on to Tampa to face those Naughty Fish on Tuesday.

Games 63 and 64: Like Ethan Allen through the Wilderness

The Red Sox rampaged through Canada like Ethan Allen and the Green Mountain Boys, shutting down the Blue Jays 5-1 on Friday before blowing their doors off on Saturday, a 16-4 rampage that was their 8th straight win. It looks like my April cynicism may have been misplaced, methinks.

Game 62: Through The Long Night

After a rain delay of nearly four hours, the Red Sox needed a 7 run seventh inning last night, started and finished by hits from Big Papi, to force an 8-3 win over the Yankees and a series sweep. The Sox move across the border to Toronto for a game tonight.

Game 61: AJ Burnett is the English Translation of "Daisuke"

In the Garden of Good and Evil last night, the Red Sox continued their battering of the Yankees, winning 11-6. After shredding the Yankee bullpen last night, the Sox continued the onslaught against AJ Burnett, who was wild and deeply hittable, absorbing a 7 run beating. Our own Ancient Mariner, Timmeh, went into 5 and dive mode, but the Aceman stood strong in the breach, going 3 2/3 with only one run allowed, earning his first save of the season. The two teams finish the series tonight, with Big CC taking on the Commander.

Game 60: Finishing The Hat

Last night in the Center of the Universe, the Red Sox chased Freddy Garcia early but had to hang on to beat the Yankees, 6-4. The Lord of the Dance racked up save number 200, and David Ortiz brought the party that rocked your body With a two run homer. The two teams play again tonight.

Games 57,58, and 59: Revenge Is Sweet

Licking their wounds after a Chicagoland massacre, the Red Sox came back with a weekend sweep of the Athletics, a pair of close wins, 8-6 Friday and 9-8 in 14 Saturday. Today's game was old fashioned Bang and Blame, Gonzilla and CC Music Factory slamming homers, which went nicely with 5 2/3 innings from the reanimated corpse of John Lackey. The Red Sox enter the Garden of Good and Evil, facing the Yankees in the Stadium.

Game 55 and 56:

The visiting White Sox thumped the Red Sox twice on their way out of town, a 10-7 beating yesterday followed by a late rally and a 7-4 win today. The stumbling Red Sox have a day off followed by welcoming the Oaklands to town Friday.

Game 54: This Feels Kinda Peavy

Back at home, the Red Sox fell to visiting Chicago yesterday, 7-3. After battling to a 3-3 tie, Jon Lester let Chicago mount a 2 out four run rally to take the lead for good in a fateful sixth inning.

Game 53: Tell Your Statistics to Shut Up

Last night in the nightcap, Justin simply Verlandered us, a 3-0 shutout giving the Tigers a doubleheader split and denying the sweep. The Red Sox play Chicago today.

Game 52: Papi Brings The Funk

In the ninth inning of a 3-3 game, David Ortiz restored truth, justice, and the American way by homering to right center and helping the Red Sox seal up a 4-3 win. Game Two of the doubleheader is being played tonight because of yesterday's rainout.

Game 51: Sweet 195

Behind homers from CC Music Factory and Ellsbury, the Red Sox chased young Rick Porcello and the Tigers, pulling ahead for a 6-3 triumph. The win was Tim Wakefield's 195th of his career.

Game 50: The Rolling Thunder Revue

Yesterday afternoon at Fenway, the Red Sox brought the hammer, pounding Max Scherzer and a cast of thousands for a 14-1 rain soaked win over the Tigers. The white hot CC Music Factory pounded out four hits, and the Red Sox, believe it or not, are .003 out of first place.

Games 48 and 49: We'll Do It Your Way

Last night, Josh Beckett's dominance, and a 2 run jack from the Captain, keyed a 4-2 win, and this afternoon, a 7 run first inning keyed a 20 hit attack and a 14-2 beat down of the Clevelands on Boston's way out of town. Every starter save Farmer Jed had multiple hits, with CC Music Factory putting up a 4 for 4. Detroit Rock City is next on the agenda, starting Thursday.

Game 47: How We Were Asdrubaled Into Submission

Last night in God's Forgotten City, the Red Sox dropped a tight decision to the Indians, 3-2, on a homer and a run scoring double from Asdrubal Cabrera. Even worse, Our Man DP had to leave the game after some sort of left ankle problem after slipping off the second base bag. Early word is he says he's fine. But then again, he always says that.

Game 46: Timmeh!

Last night in Boston, Tim Wakefield baffled the Cubs for 6 2/3 innings, while a home run from the Salty Dog, an RBI triple from Youk, and 4 hits from Gonzilla powered a 5-1 win.

Game 45: Crazy Eights

Carrying a 3-1 lead into the 8th last night, and with the Bard of Avon having the day off, the Red Sox turned to Matt Albers and new acquisition Franklin Morales to hold the line. Instead they got the Keystone Kops, as a series of walks, hits, and ugly errors resulted in 8 runs allowed and a 9-3 loss, ending a seven game win streak.

Game 44: I Am The Beast That Feeds The Beast

In Boston tonight, Big Jon Lester was cuffed around to the tune of 12 hits and five runs, but the offense finally pulled its weight, laying down a barrage of hits, including a moon shot from the Salty Dog that would have, if the Volvo sign hadn't stopped it, needed change for the tolls on the Mass Pike, in a 15-5 drubbing of the Cubs.

Game 43: Should Have Taken That Left Turn At...

In Boston tonight, the Bard of Avon gave up a pair of 8th inning homers, turning a 3-1 lead into a 3-3 tie, but in the bottom of the ninth, CC Music Factory singled off of Al Alburquerque, bringing in Darnell McDonald with the winning tally, 4-3 over the Tigres.

Game 42: Tiger, Tiger, Burning Bright

After both teams were throwing up zero after zero for seven frames at hazy Fenway tonight, the old Salty Dog cranked a two out double, scoring CC Music Factory with the game's only run in a 1-0 win over the Tigers.

Game 41: Fall Down Seven Times, Get Up Eight

Last night in Boston, after falling behind 5-0 because of a Dice K implosion, and trailing 7-6 in the bottom of the ninth, the Red Sox came roaring back off the mat, Ells and DP drawing walks and Gonzilla banging one off the Wall for two runs and a 8-7 win that put Boston above .500 for the first time in 2011.

Game 40: Close To The Waterline

The Red Sox returned to .500 with a 7-5 win tonight, Youk, Salty and Papi hammering homers to complete a sweep of the Yankees tonight.

Game 39: The Commander Takes Control

In the middle game of the three game showdown in the Boogie Down, Josh Beckett was awesome, Gonzilla clouted a three run homer, and the Red Sox wrote down in the Big Book a 6-0 win over the hated Yankees.

Game 38: Law and/or Order, Restored.

Last night in the center of the universe, New Jack City, Cowboy Clay was good enough, and the offense, backed by homers from Gonzilla and Youk, built a lead the bullpen couldn't give back, besting the Yanquis, 5-4.

Game 37: Splat

John Lackey, less a major league pitcher and more a pitching machine wearing a uniform, allowed an appalling 9 runs last night in a 9-3 beating by the rude residents of the North Woods, despite homers from Papi and Gonzilla. After a day of rest today, Boston begins a 3 game set in the Boogie Down on Friday.

Game 36: Rat Bastard Canary Canadians

The Blue Jays flat out stole a win from the Red Sox last night, Rajai Davis singling, stealing two bases, and ooming home on a sacrifice fly in the tenth inning of a 7-6 win, spoiling a pair of Gonzilla homers, along with 3 hits from Ellsbury and Papi.

Game 35: Testing The Limits

A seemingly straightforward 1-0 Red Sox lead after another strong Josh Beckett effort was spoiled by Ace Man, Mr. Aceves letting in the tying run in the 8th inning. The Sox and Twins then settled in for a grim battle, CC Music Factory finally sending a long double into deep left in the 11th, sending the pinch running Mr. Iglesias home with the winning tally in a 2-1 win.

Game 34: Introducing The Hardline According To Gonzilla

Adrian Gonzalez was 3 for 5, including a home run, helping pace the Red Sox bats to 9-5 win in Boston today that even Dice K couldnt blow. Jacoby Ellsbury also had three hits, while Youk and Papi had two each. The Red Sox play the Twins once more, followed by a trip to the Great White North on Tuesday.

Game 33: Cowboy Clay Lays Down The Law

Clay Buchholz, with the team facing another bullpen draining rain delay, stepped back up after the game restarted yesterday , holding off the Twins in a 4-0 whitewash. Clay only went 1 frame after the rain came, but every inning the bullpen doesnt have to carry helps immensely.

In other news, the Jose Iglesias Era begins, as the young glove whiz comes up to the big club with Scu Scu Scutaro going to the DL.

Game 32: Or Maybe We're Just Not That Good?

Tim Wakefield resides in the Red Sox clubhouse in a glass box which reads, "In case of emergency, break glass". Emergency raised its ugly head on Friday, as a Wednesday game that drained the bullpen because it lasted 11 million innings was followed by a Thursday game that drained the bullpen because John Lackey is manifestly unqualified to pitch in Little League. After breaking the glass and sending Timmeh to the hill, however, the sons of Harmon Killebrew showed Tim Wakefield, Emergency Starter, no mercy, battering him from pillar to post last night in a 9-2 bloodbath.

Game 31: He Thought He Might Miss Jeopardy. Or Something.

John Lackey pitched like a man with something better to do, and was battered mercilessly for his trouble in an 11-0 pounding by the pesky Angles, who leave town today with a split. A series with the Twinkies begins Friday.

Game 30: Through The Long Night

In an interminable, rain lengthened battle of attrition, the pesky Angles hung on, reaching emergency reliever Dice K for 2 runs in the 13th to finally close out a 5-3 loss for the 14-16 Sox.

The series concludes this afternoon.

Game 29: Cold Lampin' With Lester

Big Jon Lester was Lesteriffic tonight, spinning 7 strong and striking out 11 Halos, while Gonzilla, Papi, and Scu Scu Scutaro poked homers to power a 7-3 win at Fenway Park tonight.

Game 28: Dream On, Weaver

Last night, the Red Sox took a 3-2 lead off of previously unbeated Jered Weaver and blew it straight up, bringing the thunder that we have been waiting for all month. A 6 run seventh highlighted by a bases loaded double from Gonzilla that brought DP all the way around from first helped salt the game away. Cowboy Clay, his tummy presumably better after missing Sunday's start, went 6 2/3 strong, and Ells, Youk, the reanimated corpse of CC Music Factory, and Papi all rang up two hits.

Dice K left Friday's game early with an injury, which means Big Jon Lester takes the bump tonight, followed by Commander Kickass and Sadly Lackey.

Game 27: It Is The East, And Carl Crawford Is The Sun.

In Boston today, the Red Sox pulled out a 3-2 win, Carl Crawford singling in the winning run in the ninth to pull out the win and avoid a Seattle sweep of the Red Sox. The 12-15 Sox have 8 more home games coming up, four against the Angels followed by four against the Twins before they head out on the road again.

Game 26: A Nation at RISP

They say hitting a baseball is the hardest thing in sports. The Red Sox continue to prove it, dropping a 2-0 decision to Doug Fister, who Fisted the Red Sox with 5 2/3 blank frames. The Red Sox conspired in their own demise by going 0 for a billion with runners in scoring position.

Game Twenty Five: We Winneth One Of Three?

The Red Sox welcomed the Ancient Mariners to Fenway tonight, and the Gang That Couldn't Shoot Straight managed to be restored to full vim and vigor against Dice K and the Sox pitchers who looked so brilliant out West. The Sox fell 5 to 4, falling to 11-14 on the year as the enthusiasm from the Left Coast trip drained away swiftly.

Games 23 and 24: In Through The Out Door

Last night in Baltimore, the Red Sox tied the game in the 8th, only to have the Bard of Avon untie it in a 5-4 loss. Tonight in Baltimore, Big Jon Lester slammed the door on the losing, going 8 strong in a 6-2 win, preventing the sweep and sending the Bostons home to greet the Ancient Mariners tomorrow.

Game 22: Like a Frozen Crabcake

The Red Sox fell to earth last night in the land of Earl Weaver and David Simon, Cowboy Clay getting knocked about a bit while young Zach Britton held the Sox bats in check for a 4-1 loss. The team is now 10-12 on the year, and they play Balmer again tonight.

Game Twenty One: How The West Was Won

The Red Sox won their eighth out of the last nine yesterdat, Jon Lackey standing up strong in a 7-0 win. CC Music Factory homered for the first time in Boston duds. The team returns to the correct coast to face off against Uncle Buck Showalter and the plucky O's in Charm City tomorrow.

Game Twenty: We Blinded Them With Dice K

At the corner of Hollywood and Dicey last night, (an homage to Never Not Funny, season one. Look it up.) Dice K threw 7 one hit innings at the Angles, powering a 5-0 shutout of the Halos. The Nation's eyes look to California once more today, hoping for a series sweep before heading back to more normal time zones.

And, in a statistical oddity from ESPN's Mark Simon, three Red Sox pitchers have now submitted consecutive starts of 7 innings or more with only one hit allowed during the Live Ball (post-1920) Era. Pedro Martinez, Howard Ehmke....and Dice K. I think that has got to be the only question on Earth for which that is the answer.

Game Nineteen: Dirty Deeds Done...Well, Not Cheap, Exactly, But...You Know What I Mean

Big Jon Lester kept the old momentum rolling right along last night in the Entertainment Capital of The World, giving the Angels no fun at all through 6 shutout innings. Leading 4-0, the Red Sox decided to make things sporting, Matty Sweet allowing a tally in the seventh and the Big Man two in the eighth, handing a much narrower advantage to the Lord of the Dance. But Paps nailed her shut, and the red hot Red Sox face off against these Angles again tonight and tomorrow, followed by a set with the frisky Orioles starting on Tuesday.

Game Eighteen: The 7-11 Split

Last night in the City of Angles, the Red Sox had to go to 11 frames to put down the Sons of Mike Scoscia, 4-2. Josh Beckett was strong again, powering through 8 innings while his mates proceeded to strand base runners like they were going out of style. Daniel Bard and Big Bobby Jenks held the line from there, Gonzilla finally smacking a double in the 11th to give The Lord of The Dance a lead he could hold down for Boston's 7th win of the 2011 season.

Game Seventeen: Being Gio's Papa

The Red Sox hammered 3 homers, Farmer Jed, Youk, and JD reaching the seats to power a 5-3 getaway day win over the A's and Gio Gonzalez in Oakland this afternoon. The Bard of Avon helped bail Cowboy Clay out of a 6th inning jam, then handed the game to Big Bobby and the Lord of the Dance, who nearly handed it back, Paps getting a pair of popups with the tying run on to seal it.

The Red Sox move on to the City of Angels to play the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim of Los Angeles tomorrow night.

Game Sixteen: And The Rest Is Silence

In Oakland last night, the A's not only put the Red Sox in a corner, they took their wallet, their keys, their hat, their lunch money, and their passport in a 5-0 whitewashing. Lefty Brett Anderson was simply dominant, first, last, and always, and while John Lackey pitched well for the first time in the Obama Administration, (ed. note: not true, just seems true) major league baseball teams historically are 0-20000 when scoring zero runs or fewer. (ed. note: statistic made up for dramatic effect)

A Winning Streak!

Game Fifteen: Here The Embattled Farmer Jed Stood

Our friend Farmer Jed Lowrie had four hits and four RBIs, and Dice K did his best Roy Halladay impersonation, tossing 7 shutout frames in a Patriots Day 9-1 win over the Blue Jays. The Red Sox now head west to tangle with the Athletiques late tomorrow night in Oaktown. On the plus side, that's three wins in a row. On the minus side, John Lackey pitches tomorrow.

Game 14: We Call This Mutha A Winning Streak

TOR 1 7 2
BOS 8 8 1


Jon Lester was good enough for government work, while Jacoby brought the party that rocked your body with a monster 3 run homer in the second to help power an 8-1 win over the Blue Jays at Fenway Park today. The Salty Dog chipped in with 3 RBI, and the baseball gods finally started smiling on Boston, the wind blowing Boston hits fair and letting a little Mookie Wilson chopper slip past Adam Lind and into right field to help with the piling on.

The enigmatic Dice K takes the hill tomorrow in the Patriots Day game, an 11AM start. Traditionally, this allows Red Sox fans to leave the game and watch the finish of the Boston Marathon nearby. Realistically, the game may be in the fourth inning by then.

Game Thirteen: Come Down From The Bridge, Everyone

TOR 1 4 0
BOS 4 9 1

It was cold, and gray, and weather more suited to Toronto than Boston. But when all was said and done, the good guys had 4, and the bad guys had one. Asses were kicked, names were taken. Josh Beckett pitched like Josh Beckett, Carl Crawford sat like he richly deserved, and the Red Sox Fan Club Meeting on top of the Tobin Bridge is postponed. 3-10 and moving on up.....

Game Twelve: The Fall of the Michelin Man

TOR 7 8 2
BOS 6 5 0

Bobby Jenks, aka Rich Garces 2.0, came into a tied game last night and promptly untied it, surrendering the lead and the game in what became a 7-6 loss. The Red Sox play the Blue Jays again today, tomorrow, and then once more for the infamous Marathon Day game on Monday.

0-3 was kind of sad.

0-6 was pathetic.

2-8 was a joke.

2-10? Yeah, we're in some trouble now. I keep reading that we're only 5 games out, blah blah blah blah blah, but this team doesn't look like a team that has a 9-1 streak in them. And what's worse? If we were to go 9-1? That would make us 11-11.

Sigh.

Intermezzo: The Rain Song

With neither Spahn nor Sain available, the Red Sox have indeed experienced two days of rain. (If somebody wants to reanimate the corpse of Warren Spahn, though, he couldn't possibly pitch worse than Dice K.) The season, if you can call it that, resumes tonight with the Sons of John Farrell, the Toronto Blue Jays, coming to town with their national health care and circular bacon and fondness for hockey and power trios. Cowboy Clay comes to the bump for us, which is only because Jon Lester can't pitch again.

Let's hope this marks the turnaround.

Game Eleven: Party Over, We're Two and Nine

At Fenway tonight, the Red Sox fell before the Naughty Fish from Tampa, 3-2. Getting beaten by the unearthly talents of David Price is nothing to be ashamed of. Falling 3-2 in a game that could have turned at multiple points is nothing to be ashamed of. But there's no such thing as a moral victory at 2-9. At 2-9 you just need wins. Win, after win, after win. Period. End of story. This team needs to start winning, and winning quick, or this blog is going to start covering gardening or something.

Game Ten: Splat.

TB 16 20 0
BOS 5 10 1

They say momentum is tomorrow's starting pitcher. They must have meant Dice K, because the Tumbling Dice Man was rocked by the Tampa Bay Naughty Fish last night, unable to escape the third inning on the way to a 16-5 hammering.

Jon Lester goes to the hill against these same Naughty Fish tonight.

#pleasedontsuck

Game Nine: Vengeance is Mine, Saith Josh Beckett

NYY 0 2 0
BOS 4 12 0

Sometimes, the line score says it all.

Josh Beckett was utterly dominant. (0 2 0)

The ARod less Yankees were lost in the woods. (0 2 0)

The Red Sox squandered some chances (4 12 0) but managed to win anyway. (4-0)

Some people say this game has become all about numbers, and has lost its soul.

But sometimes, the numbers say it all.

4-0

2-7 overall.

4 games behind.

The 1-8 Rays on their way in.

Let's do this.

Game Eight: If There's a Russell in Your Hedgerow...

NYY 9 13 0
BOS 4 10 1

The Yankees got to Cowboy Clay early and often, and Russell Martin (?) clouted 2 homers to power a 9-4 New York win. While 1-7 is not exactly my plate of bacon and eggs, I try to remind myself that the more important statistic is that, despite the wretchedness, the Red Sox are in fact only 5 games out of first place.

Then again, Josh Beckett starts tomorrow, and the Yankees own him so much they put him on their tax return.

Oh boy.

On The Retirement of a Bad Man

Manuel Aristides (Onelcida) "Manny" Ramirez reportedly has retired from professional baseball, as of Friday. News reports say that the MLB Powers That Be informed him that there was an "issue" in regards to his drug testing, and these same reports say that he retired rather than face further discipline under the policy. It is again surmised, though not proven, that Ramirez has tested positive for either a performance enhancing drug or an agent that masks the presence of such drugs.

During what is probably going to come to be called the PED era, there is much that is implied, or asserted to be true, or said to be "known", without a whole lot of actual proof on display. Remember that Barry Bonds, thought to be the king of the steroid users, never tested positive for anything. Also remember that it isn't really clear what benefit steroids provide when hitting a baseball.

It seems to me that every hitter and pitcher from this era is eventually going to be seen as playing In "the PED years"- with future generations lumping those who seem clean (like Ken Griffey Jr.) with those who seem dirty (like Rafael Palmeiro). PED use, if it provides any advantage not available to all, is a violation not only of the law but of the rules of the game, and thus should be eliminated from the game to the extent possible, just like the spitball or the corked bat is.

But PED use is now embedded in the history of the game, just like the spitball, or the segregation that marred the game's first 70 years, or the syndicates that ruled the game in the 1890s, or the shorter pitching distance before 1893. There is no pure baseball era- even the 1960s and 1970s had rampant amphetamine use.

I don't defend what Manny did, if he indeed did what it seems he did. It was mind numbingly stupid- especially doing it knowing that the testing is going on. Like Bonds and Roger Clemens and some others, (assuming their guilt) their talent was so immense that they would have easily cleared the Cooperstown bar without help- tragically, the help they did get may bar them from the Hall of Fame.

After hitting a game winning playoff homer against the Angels in 2007, Ramirez said that when you don't feel good and you still can hit, you know you're a bad man. Manny Ramirez was the best right handed hitter I have ever seen, and has provided me no end of thrills and frustrations in equal measure while playing for my favorite team. Unfortunately, the same drive that made him the Forrest Gump of hitting may have pushed him to break the rules, and has now composed the first line of his obituary. But Manny was a bad man, and Lord, could he hit a baseball.

Game Seven: Our (Well,My) Long National Nightmare Is Over

NYY 6 8 2
BOS 9 12 0


They couldn't lose them all, I guess.

The Red Sox pounded out 12 hits, including 3 from Our Man DP, and 2 from the Salty Dog, JD, Papi, and Gonzilla, to finally hang up a W, overcoming another woeful effort from Sorely Lackey. Fortunately for all concerned, the Yankees' Phil Hughes was even worse.

The same two teams play again tomorrow, in an afternoon game that may just end before the Masters does.

Game Six: Woe and Six

BOS 0 4 0
CLE 1 3 0

Suicide squeeze? Check. Pickoffs? Check. A sixth straight loss to open the season? Check.

The long march that the 2011 regular season has become continued this afternoon with a crisp 1-0 loss to the Indians. The lone run came home on a suicide squeeze, which is the sort of play you would see more often in 1911 than 2011. The Red Sox got the tying run to second base in the top of the ninth, but pinch runner Darnell McDonald slipped and was picked off base to end the game.

Of course he was.

And you say the Yankees are next? Fantastic.

Game Five: Good Thing This Is Still Spring Training........Oh, Wait.

BOS 4 7 0
CLE 8 8 0


Something told us that counting on Dice K to stop a losing streak was a bad idea. Dice K had a typical Dice K outing- 5 innings, 96 pitches, 3 walks, 3 runs- while the "improved" bullpen got hammered once again. The bats remained frozen in amber- although it is a wee bit unreasonable to expect them to score 9 runs.

The stat has been tossed around that no team has started 0-4 and won the World Series. This seems impossible- after all, there are 158 (now 157) games left! How could four losses that come at the beginning of the year make all that much difference? The answer is, of course, they don't- it just seems that way.

The long march continues with a getaway day game this afternoon.

Game The Fourth: Meet the New Josh, same as the Old Josh

BOS 1 4 1
CLE 3 5 1


One would think that a quality baseball team like the Boston Red Sox would come off of a severe beat down deep in the heart of Texas, and they would come up to poor Cleveland and take out 3 games worth of hurt and embarrassment on their poor LeBronless selves. One would think that. One would be wrong.

The Red Sox went down like grain before a thresher, letting young Josh Tomlin have his way with them to the tune of 7 innings with only 3 hits and 1 run allowed. Josh Beckett pitched adequately for Boston, allowing 3 runs over 5 innings, but, just like Buchholz' efforts down south, too little, and too late.

If I were billionaire Red Sox owner John Henry, I might be asking myself why exactly I am paying Carl Crawford American money, because Josh Reddick, and perhaps even Josh Groban, could hit .133.

I know that's irrational, and I don't care. I'm frustrated.

Game The Third: Cowboy Clay, the Nation turns its lonely eyes to you...

BOS 1 5 0
TEX 5 9 1


The Red Sox were rode hard and put away wet in the series finale today in the yellow rose of Texas, where the Rangers continued their circuit clouting ways, hitting four more off of Cowboy Clay Buchholz on the way to a 5-1 win. Oft injured Matt Harrison stymied the Sox bats, the big lefty making the Bostons look like they had never played baseball before, never mind seen a left-hander pitch before.

I do have to take issue with one thing- Boston had the bases loaded with one run already in in a 4-1 game. Jacoby Ellsbury was up, who had looked helpless against Harrison, who was finally struggling for the first time in the whole game. Seated somewhere on Boston's bench was Mike Cameron, a veteran right handed hitter who happens to play a fair center field his ownself. I think a computer manager would make the move. A tabletop manager would. Terry Francona did not. However, Terry Francona has two more World Series wins than I do.

Game The Second: Sadly Lackey

BOS 5-8-0
TEX 12-15-1


Ugh.


No woulda-coulda-shoulda today. After a not quite catch by Jacoby Ellsbury with two outs in the fourth inning last night, (Ells ran way into right center, almost catching the ball on the dead run, but it ticked off his glove for a hit) the Walker Texas Rangers erupted with vengeance and furious anger, beating John Lackey about the head and the neck for 6 runs, including a grand slam from out old buddy Yo Adrien. (Lackey walked Josh Hamilton to get to Beltre, which was the right play, even though it looks horrific in retrospect.)


Resolved: John Lackey is no longer a high quality starting pitcher in the major leagues, and we have to watch him pretend to do this for another 14 years or so while he gets paid eleventy billion dollars.

In other news, there is no Easter Bunny.

Moral Victories?

Yesterday just left a bad taste in my mouth. The Red Sox loss in the afternoon, combined with the Celtics loss in the evening, both close, aggravating games that could have gone either way.

It seems funny in retrospect to say this about a 9-5 game, but a couple of plays, the Napoli homer he golfed around the pole and the Murphy double that kicked up chalk a little later in the game, could have easily gone differently.

Maybe this is just rose colored glasses syndrome, but against a tough team in a tough park, a 9-5 loss isn't all bad.

Then again, we are 0-1.

Game The First: Not Exactly How They Drew It Up

BOS 5 7 1
TEX 9 10 1

Well, that's not exactly the way they planned it. The Walker Texas Rangers are still a formidable bunch, even after losing Bad Vlad and Cliff Lee the Yankee Killer, and they proved this in a quite rude 4 run uprising against poor Daniel Bard, who looked like he was being catheterized by the end of the game.

RIP, Mr. Gorman

As the Dirt Dogs tell us, former Red Sox GM Lou Gorman died today. While not the GM who brought the team to a world title, and responsible for some cringeworthy words and decisions, the man loved baseball and tried like hell to build a winning team. RIP, Mr. Gorman.

2011 Season Preview

The Red Sox begin the 2011 baseball season tomorrow in Tejas at the home of the Walker Texas Rangers. Big Jon Lester will take the hill against CJ Wilson. For the record, This Blog (to borrow Charlie Pierce's formulation) predicts the Red Sox will win their 8th world championship in 2011. Then again, This Blog always predicts that.

Welcome To Trautwein and Cheese!

Being a long time blogger, I have inflicted upon my readers post after post about my first love, the Boston Red Sox. I have decided, starting here in the 2011 baseball season, to move these posts over here at a separate blog, Trautwein and Cheese. I plan to summarize each game of the 2011 season, including my own personal point of view, dumb nicknames, and hyberbolic comparisons.