Well, today's game against the Reds was as if yesterday's hadn't ended, just continued on for another nine innings--with one important difference: Sox pitchers led by Beckett shut out the Reds today on six very scattered hits, getting eight K's in the process. Hell, the Sox hurlers were so good, Jenn's favorite, Timlin, finished up with an inning of perfect pitching, claiming two of those K's himself.
As for the power, with Manny & Papi out nursing aches and pains, Drew continued his recent assault on enemy pitching, getting his 11th home run of the season. In that regard, he was joined by Ellsbury, Pedroia and Crisp, the latter's second in two days.
Jake had a particularly outstanding day, as that homer was one of three hits he had in five AB's, supplemented with two more stolen bases in the first inning. As I've said before in this space, Jake getting a single is like most other guys getting at least a double. Today, he led off the game with a single, promptly stole both second and third and easily came home on Dusty's sac fly.
After that, the Sox kept adding to the total until they had nine runs and coasted home, supported by solid relief efforts by Aardsma and Timlin. Tomorrow, it's off to the City of Brotherly Love, or as a sports writer referred to it in the sixties, the city that would boo Santa Claus, for a set. In case you don't recognize either description, I'm referring to Philadelphia.
By the way, the Phillies were the first opposing team I saw play a Boston team live. At the tender age of four, My folks took me to a double-header featuring the Boston Braves (same team, just two cities ago) facing the Phillies. How did the Braves do? I don't know. I fell asleep in the fourth inning of the opener. I didn't get to see the Sox for another two weeks.
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