I love amateur videos like these.
Here is Gillette Stadium in Foxboro at around 7:30:
Here is Fenway Park in Boston about four hours later:
A guy at work has season’s tickets for both the Red Sox and the Patriots. He went to the Saturday night game where the Red Sox managed just one hit, and he left the Patriots game before Brady’s spectacular pass. And he gave away his tickets to the now legendary Big Papi Grand Slam game. That’s life . . .
If you’re David Ortiz, you get to say what everyone else is thinking.
And the FCC doesn’t have a problem. The chairman tweets:
David Ortiz spoke from the heart at today’s Red Sox game. I stand with Big Papi and the people of Boston.
The recent release of the movie 42 reminds us of the shameful history of the Red Sox and black baseball players. Now this guy from Santo Domingo is the heart of the team and the city.
After Mr. Ortiz’s oration, Mr. Nava gave the Red Sox their seventh straight win. Didn’t I say the Red Sox were going to have a great season?
I’m beginning to think so. Here I looked at the mid-season stories and concluded there were more bad stories than good ones. Three weeks later I think the situation has actually gotten worse: there are no interesting stories at all.
I went to the Red Sox-Twins game on Thursday night. Around the ball park, scalpers were offering tickets at half price. The House of Blues across the street appeared to be livelier than Fenway:
Slash was playing. Wikipedia tells me his latest album is Apocalyptic Love. I am not familiar with Mr. Slash’s oeuvre, but the line for his show snaked around the corner.
Inside Fenway, the Red Sox managed two hits (both by Gonzalez) against three pitchers no one had ever heard of. Lester pitched well (better than he’s pitched lately), but not quite well enough. The biggest cheer of the night was when the Jumbotron showed the the US ahead of China in the Olympic medal count. Mercifully, the game didn’t take long to play (Lester didn’t walk anyone, and there were no within-inning pitching changes.) Here is the view from my seat. There’s a runner on third, so the infield is playing in:
Lester got out of that jam, but it wasn’t good enough; the Sox lost 5-0. The next night they got 14 hits but managed to blow a four-run lead and lost in 10, 6-5. To the Twins.
A team can be fun to watch even when it’s not very good. Sometimes all you need is an interesting player or two — you’d stick around an extra inning to see Manny Ramirez and David Ortiz hit. But right now Ortiz is still injured. Gonzalez is playing well, but he has zero charisma. Nobody on the team has any charisma. Jon Lester trudges glumly off the mound like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders–which he probably does. Carl Crawford swings at bad pitch after bad pitch and grounds out meekly to second. Ellsbury isn’t doing anything, and neither is Pedroia. Pedro Ciriaco seems to be quickly falling back to reality after a great start.
The couple next to us was from Cincinnati. They stuck around for “Sweet Caroline” at the top of the eighth, and then headed out. They weren’t alone.