And when they were hitting, they weren't hitting.
On the road trip, it seemed like each run scored required effort, like that a heavily-loaded truck might need to climb a hill. And three guys carried the offense: Cabrera, Victor Martinez, and Jhonny Peralta.
Tonight's offense consisted of two swings; back-to-back homers by Boesch and Cabrera in the eighth that tied the score at three and saved JV from another undeserved loss.
Then, as you knew they would, the Red Sox filled the bases in the ninth. Jed Lowrie dumped one over the drawn-in infield, where Andy Dirks was playing shallow enough to grab it and nail Kevin YOUkilis at home. Your routine 7-2 force play, and it looked like the script writers might be kind this time.
But, as you knew someone would, Carl Crawford hit one over the drawn-in outfield to plate the winning run. So much for that. Who do we play next? (Oh ... the Pirates, in Pittsburgh. Yeeeha.)
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The Ryan Raburn situation has expanded to where it's now not unlike that of the kid who can't hit or field that well, but has a place on the team because his mom is best friends with the coach's wife.
His approach at the plate seems to be: swing hard in case you hit it. When a ball is hit his way, wherever he is on the field, out come the rosaries.
He does have a good arm, but you first have to corral the ball without dropping or kicking it.
What's he still doing here? I have no clue. I used to stick up for him, on the other blogs, but enough has become enough.
I do have a prediction. If he's still here after July 31, they're doomed. If that's the best they can do in his role on the team ... get ready for football season.
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