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What the hell; I'll do this one as a play-by-play and see how that goes, though that means I should probably put in a cut 'cause it'll get long.
It's that damn beer commercial. I don't remember anything about it other than the fact that something about the sonic effect of the commercial is something I can't ignore meaningfully. It annoys me immensely.
Ow; that looked like it hurt. Pitch hit in the back of the knee. ow ow ow. He took his base though, and is jogging around trying to make his leg work right now. Pedro demonstrates that he came up in the NL and bunts the runner to second. (Kevin's now exclaiming that he's "kinda pissed" because "that exact same pitch for Pedro woulda been a ball". I find it amusing how worked up he gets, honestly, given that he caught it from me.)
Sixth strikeout to start off the third. "It didn't take very long for Pedro to get rid of the pitcher." That's one of those things that happens. It seems that now they're taking first pitch swings to try to deal with this phenomenon; got a hit. This is fairly efficient at generating outs after that guy, though.
Top of the fourth; Nomar's out again. Now Hillenbrand gets one of those weird freaky hits that played pinball amongst fielders -- glanced off the 1b, the 2b misses the backup, off into RF. Trainer's out checking on the 1b (he dove at it and landed funny). Wrist thing. I hope he didn't hurt it, on both the general principle and the knowledge of how much a nuisance wrist injuries can be. The crowd cheers; he's up again. That's good. Every time I see Tony Clark come up to bat I'm reminded of how tall he is, and of his comment about how it's easy to get all those long lever-arms out of sync. Sure enough, he's out of sync.
Now we get the Yogi Berra AFLAC commercial, which tickles me. "And they give you cash, which is just as good as money." *duck looks utterly baffled, beak agape, marches off* "Augh!"
Seventh strikeout comes as the second out in the fourth. And he walks in his next at-bat, which amuses the howling hell out of me. It's not like he can hit. And WHOA there's a pretty hit from Rickey. K'pow. Line drive to center. Johnny Damon hits a triple, and we have actual scoring happening this game, as Pedro and Henderson hit the plate. And Nomar's up again, here's to the little twitches. Like hell that was a strike. Mmph. And now we have action in the pen as this guy goes to 3-1 on Nomar. And walks him. Hm. We get a double-switch, after some futzing around with time-wasting to give the guy time to warm up. I still get a bit of weirdness from Hillenbrand batting cleanup, just because he was such a black hole last year. He just struck out though, ah well.
Two more strikeouts at this point in the fifth, making nine. Make that ten; he struck out the side. In order. So do the Sox, though not all down on the K.
That's a long fly ball from Pedro.
There's a 'Let's Go Red Sox *clap, clap clapclapclap* chant in the ballpark; I think the Padres fans are feeling a little stifled. And here we have another double switch. And Nomar doubles in Henderson afterwards. So that's another run before the stretch.
This commercial inspires a certain amount of whimsy in my head. Palmeiro says, "I take infield practice," we get a text over of how many gold gloves he's got, and a bunch of action shots. "I take batting practice," we get a text-over of MVP awards or something like, and a lot of bat-and-ball action shots. "I take Viagra," he says, and we get no dramatic action shots whatsoever, nor awards stats. Consistency, people! Consistency!
Trot steals a base. I'm really having a hard time adjusting mentally to the notion of the runnin' Red Sox. Heh, now they walk Merloni to get to Pedro with the base open; runners first and second two out. This would be an amusing time for him to improve his terrible batting average, but he's got two strikes already. Two and two, now. Heh. Full count now; they gonna walk him again? Nope, strikeout.
And we get strikeout number eleven as the first one in the eighth.
Oh, gods, now we have one of those "Yankees suck" chants. I sigh at the overall pathetitude of this. the Yankees lost hours ago, and they're not in that stadium until tomorrow. It'd be pathetic if there were game news or if the Yankees were in some way involved with this game, but this random explosion of shouting is abjectly pitiful.
Ow. I /heard/ that HBP. Or at least the noise Rickey made when it hit him. And they've got action in the pen again. Wild pitch, or maybe a PB; Henderson moves up. Now Damon walks. And we have a new pitcher.
Now Nomar triples in two more. Now, that's pretty; when he moves right he just moves. Nice, clean swing. Mm.
Now we'll see if Pedro pitches the ninth. Nope, we get Haney. Pedro sent down seventeen in a row, apparently. Still not getting up near that strikeout record, though. And that's the game.
If anyone bothered to read to the end of this I'll be damned impressed. ;)