4-2, bottom 6, and the Red Sox chase Robertson, as Leyland goes to the bullpen.
Funny-all these years I've listened to Red Sox baseball, and when I finally have a need for auto glass replacement, I live in New Jersey.
Home run for Ordonez, solo shot, trims the lead to 4-3 in the 7th. Well, at least that helps my rotisserie team.
This is the funniest, and also the saddest, thing I have read in a while:
Walks to Pedroia and Ortiz by Zach (Hard Rock) Miner brings up the Bad Man, with a chance to give us some breathing room, bottom of the seventh.
And the Bad Man cranks a double, scoring 2 runs for s 6-3 advantage. Nice breathing room, there. A few more outs and we wrap this puppy up.
But wait, there's more...Walks to Drew and Crisp, and the Mayor, Sean Casey, knocks a 2 run single for an 8-3 lead. Wahoo!
Uh oh...Tavarez on, and with a walk, single, walk, single, it's 8-4. None out. Now another single, and it's 8-5. Clearly I spoke too soon. Sheffield hits into a DP, scoring yet another run, but getting 2 of the 6 outs we need.
Papelbon comes on to get Ordonez for the last out, and its on to the ninth.
Single and a walk, and Boston is threatening again with one out. Now its Ellsbury, who came on to run and play defense for the Bad Man.
Now a walk for him, too.
....And Our Man Youk slashes a wrong field ground rule double over the short fence. 10-6. Nice.
Then Drew hits a sacrifice fly for an 11-6 lead.
Then Coco (http://www.cartoonnetwork.com/games/fosters/eggscramble/index.html) singles for a 12-6 lead.
Party on, Wayne. Party on, Garth.
Pap comes on, gives up a couple of hits, and shuts it down for a nice, tidy win.
Yay for us.
Now the Yankees come in, and we get ready for some 3 1/2 hour, 7 pitcher slugfests.