What Happened?
The Boston Red Sox were shut out today on 101 pitches by Texas.
101 pitches. That’s roughy 11 pitches per inning. That, my friends, is a late-term abortion of a performance. It is a turd, a large festering turd, the kind of turd that is laid on your back lawn by an ugly 150-pound bull-mastiff in November, gets frozen under the snow, makes an encore appearance 6 months later during the spring thaw, is eaten by your Jack Russell terrier, and gets puked up on your living room rug.
Robinson Tejeda made the Red Sox hitters looks like a bunch of twitchy Little Leaguers on ritalin, spastically swinging at everything coming within 4 feet of the plate.
So, what happened? Was it poor planning or communication? Tejeda is not exactly known for his finesse; he is exactly the type of pitcher that patient hitters love to squeeze, yet the Red Sox hitters were swinging like they were facing Bob Tewksbury.
Something tells me Tito will have a word or two for his hitters in the clubhouse, and I don’t think it will be “Happy Good Friday, you rascals you!”.
With Tavarez on the mound tomorrow, the team might be in for a wild one. Let’s hope they are prepared.
You certainly have a way with words. Even better when I read it out loud to my wife …. and I wasn’t slurring my words this time.
I equate the Red Sox hitting perfomance with the lack of preparation exhibited by NESN. Graphics kept noting the TX pitcher as “Tejada” when we could clearly see his uniform say “Tejeda”. Don & Jerry would have picked up on this. No, they kept misreading his name as well.
Let’s hope the Sox don’t make a habit of losing the opening games of series all year. So far, they are 0-2.
Gare