The morning after

The morning after

I suppose I’ll do just a bit of post-mortem but after that I’m done. I don’t care about the World Series. We turned off the game as soon as Boone’s homerun hit the fans, because we didn’t want to see them celebrate.

Until the eighth inning, the Sox were masterful. They had the Yankees in hand. I thought Pedro wasn’t coming out in the eighth (and I think he thought he wasn’t either; he did his “point at the sky” thing at the end of the seventh). I thought he would come out after the first two out hit. Nope. Surely he was coming out after Matsui got a hit. Nope.

If this were July, I’d understand Grady’s reluctance to pull Pedro; the bullpen was awful then. But in the postseason, and especially in this series, Timlin was almost perfect, Embree was great, and several of the others had been really good.

I don’t blame Wakefield for giving up the homerun. He had been asked to go above and beyond. No, the blame for this lays squarely on the shoulders of one man.

Okay, enough about the Red Sox. How about them Patriots?

Written by
Domenico Bettinelli