While You Slept
11:47: Sox still down 4-3. This annual Red Sox heartbreak seems so inevitable, like a movie where you see someone die in the first scene and then, two hours of backstory later, even though you know this person is going to die, you don't want to believe it.
12:05: Pinch runner Dave Roberts steals second base -- barely -- in the ninth inning, with Boston still down 4-3. Gutsy move. If he scores, it validates Boston GM Theo Epstein's acquisition of the speedster.
12:06: Validation. Bill Mueller singles up the middle and Roberts scores. Tie score, 4-4. That was beautiful baseball. I want to believe, but then these are the Red Sox, the agnostics of baseball.
12:11: Fitting. We're back where this blog started: Ortiz at the plate with a chance to make a lot of people very, very happy. Bases loaded. C'mon, big guy.
12:17: Ortiz pops out. We're going to the 10th. Which means another 75 close-ups of Boston fans with hands clasped and hats turned rallyward.
12:33: You got your Pokey, and your Pokey just watched a called third strike. We head to the 11th. This game may never end. There will be some groggy people at the office in the morning. Fortunately, I have an excuse: I am working right now.
12:52: Curtis Leskanic is coming in with the bases loaded. Apparently, the Red Sox want to make sure everyone can go to bed as soon as possible.
1:01: I apologize to Mr. Leskanic and his family. A nice exit from the inning.
1:15: Fox just showed people at Fenway slumped over, apparently sleeping. Which makes me think of a story in today's New York Times about MetroNaps, a business in midtown Manhattan. For $14, you can sit in a "sleep pod" for 20 minutes. Isn't that what the men's room stalls at work are for?
1:23: Ortiz absolutely mashes one to right. It could be ... it is ... gone! Game over. Red Sox win, 6-4. His teammates are skipping toward home plate like a bunch of fourth-graders headed to recess. Fenway's going nuts. You've gotta love Ortiz. He's offense personified: yank-the-head swing, clutch hitter, couldn't outrun a Roomba if he got a 10-yard head start. Game 5 coming up in fewer than 16 hours.
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12:05: Pinch runner Dave Roberts steals second base -- barely -- in the ninth inning, with Boston still down 4-3. Gutsy move. If he scores, it validates Boston GM Theo Epstein's acquisition of the speedster.
12:06: Validation. Bill Mueller singles up the middle and Roberts scores. Tie score, 4-4. That was beautiful baseball. I want to believe, but then these are the Red Sox, the agnostics of baseball.
12:11: Fitting. We're back where this blog started: Ortiz at the plate with a chance to make a lot of people very, very happy. Bases loaded. C'mon, big guy.
12:17: Ortiz pops out. We're going to the 10th. Which means another 75 close-ups of Boston fans with hands clasped and hats turned rallyward.
12:33: You got your Pokey, and your Pokey just watched a called third strike. We head to the 11th. This game may never end. There will be some groggy people at the office in the morning. Fortunately, I have an excuse: I am working right now.
12:52: Curtis Leskanic is coming in with the bases loaded. Apparently, the Red Sox want to make sure everyone can go to bed as soon as possible.
1:01: I apologize to Mr. Leskanic and his family. A nice exit from the inning.
1:15: Fox just showed people at Fenway slumped over, apparently sleeping. Which makes me think of a story in today's New York Times about MetroNaps, a business in midtown Manhattan. For $14, you can sit in a "sleep pod" for 20 minutes. Isn't that what the men's room stalls at work are for?
1:23: Ortiz absolutely mashes one to right. It could be ... it is ... gone! Game over. Red Sox win, 6-4. His teammates are skipping toward home plate like a bunch of fourth-graders headed to recess. Fenway's going nuts. You've gotta love Ortiz. He's offense personified: yank-the-head swing, clutch hitter, couldn't outrun a Roomba if he got a 10-yard head start. Game 5 coming up in fewer than 16 hours.
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