John Farrell holds back Adrian Beltre, saves Jensen Lewis' life. (AP Photo/SawxBlog Illustration)
I was in such a dire mood that I was muttering to Kris before our softball game about how "the season was over". It just seemed like the straw the broke the baseball teams back. But then the game was played, and before I knew it, they had pulled me right back in, and once again - I believed. While 2010 has been strange for the Red Sox, it's been the strangest for Iron Mike Lowell. He's almost been traded 15 times, is the richest cheerleader in the league, been injected again & again with cortisone just so he can round the bases, wasn't traded at the deadline, and has been moved from third over to first. Worst of all for Mike is that he's had to swallow a lot of pride, in what he knows is his last MLB season. Not a storybook finish, and not a reflection of the great stand-up ballplayer he's been his entire career. But last night, true to strange form, he belts a two run HR in the very first pitch he sees. Is it possible that losing Youk for a few weeks could be a positive for the Sox? Getting Mike AB's and making him a part of this team could go miles - and it's just great to see him in the line-up. Simply put, if you're a Red Sox fan, you love Iron Mike Lowell.
So OK. We lose Youk, but gain Mike Lowell. We also learn prior to the game Jacoby's coming back today. Allright...I'm still not doing back flips but you have my interest now. Then the Florida Marlins connection kicked in - and Josh Beckett stepped on the mound. The Indians are by no means the '27 Yankees, but Josh was smoking it last night, and he quelled any fears the Nation may have had about his health. Plus he was most likely the craziest in the scrum that happened in the eighth inning (did you see Lackey in it too?!?!? I can't believe I'm beginning to like that guy). Beckett's best when he's an angry deer killing Texan pirate - and he was waving his bloody Jolly Rogers flag at full mast yesterday. The skirmish may be yet another kick in the ass to get this team closer together and playing with everyday urgency. With our pitching staff set-up and playing as they are, there's no reason to count your Sox out. 5.5 games and 2 months of ball is a hellofalotof time, believe on that.
So the day that started bad ended up giving me hope - and now I believe yet again. Strange indeed, strange indeed.