July 29. Angels at Red Sox.
John Lackey annoys the crap out of me. It's not just the histrionics on the mound after his teammates let him down. It's not the poor loser speeches after they went home in October. It probably comes down to that stupid under bite and the pointy teeth. So when he took a no-hitter to the ninth at Fenway, I was pissed at him.
The Sox couldn't muster anything against him. They went down like a woman wearing heels on an icy sidewalk: Fly out, fly out, ground out, strike out, fly out, hit by pitch, fly out, fly out, fly out, fly out, strike out, fly out, ground out, fly out, line out, fly out, fly out, ground out, walk, fielder's choice, fly out, ground out, ground out, ground out, strike out, ground out, strike out. Then, Dustin of my heart strode up to the plate and found a way to get a ball to land in left center and a sigh of relief was heard throughout New England (at least amongst those who hadn't turned it off.) Youkilis followed him with a two-run shot and a potentially terrible, terrible game turned into a regular old loss.
It was a painful game. But Dustin Pedroia was not going to be embarrassed like that and for Dustin's heroics, this game gets spot 9 on my list.
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