At 7 I started following the game in the library at SMCC, "watching" the game on MLB.com's Gameday while I read a novel about hermaphrodites and incest. Then I drove over to pick Breanne up from the hospital, catching the game on XM radio to-and-from Portland. When I got back to OOB I turned Gameday back on and listened to the Spanish radio signal. My Spanish is not great, but I did pickup some infinitives and several last names. I finished my media buffet at the gym, watching the last 2 1/2 inning on NESN while I rode a stationary bike. The game rolled to a sweaty and unfortunate finish, soiled with a Marco Scutaro error that would have gotten the Sox out of a sticky situation in the 7th, and culminating with a Robinson Cano bomb to right field. Mariano wasn't about to blow a 2-run lead to the bottom of the order, and other than a Scutaro double to left center that probably should have been caught, the Sox went quietly in the ninth.
In the bottom of the 8th, with Marte on the mound and Youk at second with no outs, I would have pinch hit Mike Lowell. Ortiz put a shabby swing on a fastball, popping it up to shallow center, before Joba came in to strike out Drew and Beltre. Ortiz can't handle lefties anymore, and Francona has a perfectly good right-handed hitter just sitting there on the bench getting grayer. Might as well use the guy.
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