It was tough for us to look at too, Jon.
Jon Lester summed up
yesterday’s 15-7 game at Fenway Park quite succinctly when he said, “I’m not a
big fan of sucking.” Neither are those of us who watched from the stands as
Toronto completed its weekend sweep of the Red Sox, but at least Lester got to
leave midway through the fifth inning. What about those of us determined to sit
through all nine – how did we do it?
Here’s how:
Coming
prepared for anything. A first-pitch home run by Brett
Lawrie off Lester? Five Toronto runs in the top of the first? Par for the
course with the 2012 Red Sox, who have made first-inning deficits an art form.
Lester started this game needing to show he could be an ace in the hole for the
Sox, but he left out the ace part once again.
A familiar sight this summer at Fenway.
Cheering
on a comeback – Part I. When Adrian Gonzalez smashed a
home run in the bottom of the first, we exploded to our feet and thought maybe
today would be different. You would think after 97 games we would know better.
Distracting
ourselves with fun diversions. This came in real
handy in the second inning when the Blue Jays scored four more times to deflate
our enthusiasm and take a 9-3 lead. My sister Julie had brought her friend
Laura to the game, and just as Toronto was finishing its second time around the
batting order, Laura’s cell phone rang. It was her sister Emma, calling from
England with news that she had just given birth to a baby girl. Nothing like the
smile of a brand-new aunt to (briefly) get your mind off a six-run deficit.
Great news for Laura -- and a deterrent for us.
Playing
nice with opposing fans. This can be tough sometimes,
especially with loudmouths from Yankee Country, but the Pearce family of
Toronto proved delightful next-row neighbors. Three generations of the clan were
visiting Fenway for the first time, and needless to say they were quite happy
most of the afternoon. At least somebody was.
All's well for the Pearce family.
Speculating how Bobby
Valentine would answer the inevitable postgame question, “Why did you leave
Lester in so long?” This was the subject of much discussion in the fifth, when
a Travis Snider homer – the fourth allowed by Big Jon – stretched Toronto’s
lead to 11-4. The Sox had scored a run in the fourth, and in Fenway a five-run
deficit is not entirely insurmountable. Seven runs feels a bit worse.
Looking
for silver linings. The most obvious one in the middle
innings was Boston right-hander Junichi Tazawa, who mercifully replaced Lester
after the Snider smash and proceeded to throw three innings of two-hit,
five-strikeout, shutout relief. Another was Jacoby Ellsbury’s first home run of
the season leading off the bottom of the fifth.
Tawaza kept things interesting.
Cheering
on a comeback – Part II. Ellsbury’s homer and two more
Boston runs driven in by end-of-the-lineup guys Mike Aviles and Nick Punto in
the sixth made it 11-7, and got our hopes up again. When Tazawa struck out the
side in the seventh – punctuated by a 95-mile-an-hour heater to overpowered
catcher Jeff Mathis – he got a standing ovation from the sun-splashed crowd.
Maybe, just maybe….
Heckling
“Sweet Caroline.” Four more Toronto runs in the eighth made
it 15-7, and when the inning ended my semi-regular weekend seatmates (the two Nancys) started shouting “NO! NO!” when Neil Diamond’s Fenway anthem came over
the loudspeakers. I quickly joined them, and even came up with my own revised
lyrics – instead of the fist-pumping “Da! Da! Da!” I yelled “Buy! A! Brick!” at
the ridiculous people who could actually sing with the season going down the
toilet – and would blithely be purchasing a commemorative Fenway Park 100th
anniversary brick or two after the game.
"Sweeet Caroline....BUY A BRICK!"
Congratulating my son
for sticking it out. Jason comes from good tough Red Sox stock, and on his first
visit to Fenway at age two sat through most of a 14-inning marathon. But rather
than joining the 25,000 or so folks who left after the bottom of the eighth and
gave the ballpark a Butch Hobson era feel, he stayed until the end and even
donned a rally cap for the 1-2-3 Red Sox ninth. I got him a beautiful Dwight
Evans card (complete with a piece of a real Dewey bat) as a reward, and the
smile on his face helped soften the angst of the day a bit.
Jason and Julie hold out hope -- for another day.
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