You wanted Randy, you got Randy. Well, at least for the first six innings and most of the seventh. Yeah, he was a little shaky later on, but the offense had won the game by that point. Obviously, the thought of Randy in a pitcher’s duel at this point still scares me. But I’ll take it, so long as Moose and Wang continue to tow the line.
The biggest disappointment of the night came after flipping to the Sox-Rays game. Down 5-1 in the fifth, I had pretty much counted the Rays out. Much to my delight, they had pulled to within one, 6-5, in the seventh. The Rays stalled in the eighth, and the Red Sox took over from there. Two singles and a walk left David Ortiz at the plate, and at this point I don’t think I even need to say what came next. Fuckin’ Red Sox.
The good news is that we’re heading into a weekend series with the co-last place Devil Rays. Last year’s troubles haven’t made the jump to 2006, as the Yanks have taken four of the first five meetings. As always, two of three would be just grand. The Red Sox are in Chicago, so here’s hoping Guillen’s crew can help us pull to within two games heading into the break.