After watching the Sox collapse in two straight nights, I feel compelled to offer Red Sox fans an apology. You see, Fallen Angel, a “die-hard” bandwagon Rays fan, is running around our office saying that everyone can thank me for the sudden turn of events, finding the Rays a confident team and the Sox reeling.
Whoa, a Rays fan. This is like seeing the tooth fairy.
Two nights ago our company softball team completed a doubleheader sweep and I returned to my home to see Jason Bay at the plate with a man on, down one. Don Orsillo was in full “I’m an announcer and I’m building this moment” mode. Fenway sounded excited. Bay launched a low, inside pitch into the Monster seats, the Sox took the lead, and Sox fans everywhere felt, “Good, we still own these guys.” After all, that Red Sox Nation commercial says, “Here, we stop counting at 58,” and Papelbon was coming in.
So in good fun, I sent FA the following text message: ” :) ” [EDIT: My phone does not send emoticons, it was an old-school smiley face. I’m sure Pax bought a My Little Pony application for his iPhone that sends scented emoticons for $1, though.]
We all know what happened next, and then what happened last night thanks to the 79 year old Mike Timlin (Mike: please retire). OK, it’s not entirely Timlin’s fault. The Sox blew a million chances — I won’t even begin to count them. Sure, the umps blew a few calls, and the strike zone was insane, but the Sox had many shots and, at home, should have been able to put away the Rays facing the likes of the mighty JP Howell.
So, my apologies Sox fans. I shouldn’t have taunted Fallen Angel. The Rays are for real. In fact, they’re a very good team. They’re the best team I’ve seen the Sox face this year — I would much rather face LA in the playoffs.