Not much to say about this one. Actually, I only saw the bad parts. Donnelly has simply been awful of late, and he hasn't been tremendous all season. Shields looks a little overworked. The Red Sox have excellent plate discipline, and the fact of the matter is, if they aren't getting calls, they're going to get scored upon, because they're gonna be walking guys. That's what happened tonight.
I can only assume Escobar pitched well. I did see a hilight of a Johnny Damon line-out with the bases juiced, so apparently he was in trouble in at least one inning. I also saw a highlight of a Figgins homer. May have been his first as a righty this season, but I don't have time to check.
That's right, I'm shirking my responsibility to you, the reader. I hate to do it, especially after a couple of the largest traffic days in this blog's history (thanks to Matt and Scotto), but circumstances warranted that I miss much of the game. A friend of mine was in Indianapolis for the weekend, so me and a couple of guys drove the two hours down to West Lafayette to join him for 36 at Coyote Crossing. Great golf course. I won't bore you with the details, but I struck the ball very well, and could not putt for crap. 81 on the first round from the tips (6,800 yards) after bogeying 17 and doubling 18. The less said about the second round, the better. Suffice to say, I had about 30 putts on the front nine. Can't complain, though, as I took home the most cash. 22 greens in reg over the course of the two rounds (trust me, that's not bad), which tells me I need to hit the putting green. Anyway, we didn't get back until fairly late, and the traffic to my apartment from the West Loop was horrendous thanks to the Q101 festival (which I attended a couple of years ago when the Flaming Lips and Violent Femmes were playing).
Alright, I lied. Apparently I will bore you with the details.
Tomorrow's game I'll actually see, because it's a day game. Also, I'll be in LA. I leave tomorrow morning at about 6:20 am Chicago time, so I'll be in my parents' den in time for the first pitch. Why will I be in LA, you ask? I'll be playing golf on Sunday with LA Times sports columnist T.J. Simers. If you read his columns, and chances are you don't, you'll know what I'm talking about. Assuming you don't, you can check his column from a couple of weeks ago and draw your own conclusion. I make no apologies for my behavior, but keep in mind, it's also my parents' 40th wedding anniversary, so it was a good excuse to go home. And my mother put me up to it. Of course, that means that I'll probably miss Sunday's game, so you probably won't be treated to a recap. You may, however be treated to a recap of my round with T.J. I can tell how excited you are.