Compliments of Pedey & Bucky

Well, after taking 3 of 4, the Sox then seemed to run into their so far season-long problem--can't get to .500. They had a twi-night doubler against the Rays, and in each case, lost by a single run. The Rays closer Balfour took saves in each game and, horror of all, our guy, Koji, gave up the winner in the 9th of game two on a shot to the cheaps that cost him a loss--no blown save, though as the score was tied when he took the hill.
Anyway, that put us in place to receive the former Sox fueled A's last night. The A's had the AL's best team mark going in, but the team of Bucky & Pedey took care of that fast. Bucky went six and a third, allowing just three hits, accompanied by a like number of freebies. His game WHIP was just under one--damn fine. But, more important, whenever he got himself into a jam, he bore down and PITCHED. Worked out of almost everything he got himself into. By the time he left, the Sox were ahead for good, and the A's had scored only their sole run for the evening.

The other half of this duo, the Dustman, as I've preferred to call him for these several years, finished off any ideas the folks from Oaktown might have had about coming back. With the bases loaded, he stepped into a pitch and drove it over the Monster and into the Monster Seats. A brief dispute ensued by the A's skipper, Melvin as to whether it had actually cleared the wall before a happy Sox Nation citizen grabbed it, but the review said "Homer", and that pretty much took care of the evening, as it had jumped the score at the time to 5-1, Sox. Final, 7-1.