While many people grew up with the motto hanging in their kitchen saying
“Home Sweet Home,” in our kitchen hung a saying that was a take-off of a Vincent Van Gogh quote, “The best way to know life is to love many things.” Our family lived by that. I still do. I love so many things; I appreciate them; I look for and find beauty in just about everything. I have very little disdain in my being. I can’t say that about a lot of people I know. Maybe they had the wrong sign hanging in their kitchen.
I have always had a love and passion for
baseball. That is part of my being. When I was younger, a player stayed on their team for sometimes their entire career. It was easy to love a team and
all of its players. That concept is now an anomaly. Players don’t stay on the same team sometimes not even for the duration of their contract. Since I love
baseball, yes I am faithful to one team, but I absolutely love to watch some players that are not Red Sox players. Scott Kazmir is one of those players.
I first saw him pitch early in his career; 2004 to be exact. I think he was 18 years old at the time. I love this guy. He is not on the Red Sox.
Red Sox vs. Tampa Bay
Early last week the outlook was for snow on Wed. night. As much as I like to go to games, I have to say that is where I draw the line. I love the snow, just not at a baseball game. Lefty Jon Lester was scheduled to pitch against Scott Kasmir. I can’t think of a more intriguing matchup. I wanted to go to that game in the worst way. At the last minute, we were able to score field box tickets for under face value. That is unheard of at Fenway. I don’t know why people still aren’t recognizing the fact that Red Sox v Rays is about as good as it gets. But they are not.
It was chilly but overall a beautiful night at Fenway. There was very little wind, comfortable temperatures if you were dressed for it. My two favorite southpaws were headed for the mound: Jon Lester v Scott Kazmir. I was so excited for the game.
It started out rather exciting. The first two innings showed two very talented lefties going head to head. In the top of the third with runners on first and second, and no outs, Ray’s Carl Crawford ripped one to first. Kevin Youkilis made a nice play fielding the ball but instead of getting the easy out at first, he tried for the force at second, with hopes of a double-play. Who knows what he was thinking because this ball sailed into the outfield which allowed the first run to score and charging Youk with his first “E” of the season.
All was going well for both pitchers until the fifth when Carlos Pena started the assault against Jon Lester with a two-run homer. The worst part of this homer was that Pena was 3-0 before he even saw his first strike. This was just the beginning of what end up being a four-run top of the fifth.
By the time they took Lester out, he gave up eight hits and five runs over five innings, walking two and striking out five. It was looking like we’d never dig ourselves out of this hole. But….
In the eighth inning, I was convinced we’d see another Red Sox miracle; miracle was surely written all over this one! Another of my RS v Rays dream come true: the Rays bullpen blows it, Red Sox come out ahead. With one out, both David Ortiz and Kevin Youkilis hit singles, only to be followed by Jason Bay’s two-out RBI double. Next thing you know, Mike Lowell is getting drilled by a pitch which loaded the bases. This brought Jed Lowrie to the plate as the tying run. Bummer….Lowrie
strikes out at the hands of Grant Balfour.
Well, what can I say? You can’t always get what you want, but we really didn’t
need this either. We ended up losing this one 2-7. I got home from Boston at 11:59 p.m. Isn’t that weird? I couldn’t settle down until way after 2:00 a.m. My friend called me on my drive home to see how I was doing and to help break up the long drive by myself. That’s what friends are for, right? Certain friends you can count on for bringing a smile to your face and helping you out.
It’s going to be a few weeks until I travel to Boston again. I think it’s for the first NY series. Ahh, Saturday afternoon baseball in Boston; gotta love it!