I watched this one from my local (where, through the magic of Blogger-via-Blackberry, I still sit, sucking down Bud Light like it was my job). And in the second, when the first three Sox got on base and the next three went down in order, I said, to no one in particular, “Failing to put a hurtin’ on the rookie pitcher is gonna come back to haunt us.” Sometimes it doesn’t; today it did.

But you know what? It’s Saturday, the sun is shining, I’ve got a 4 o’clock glow on and the girls are all out in their summer clothes. There’s another game in roughly 24 hours, so we’ll have back at ’em again.