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During the lesser of the ninth inning, as Jonathan Papelbon weaved and bobbed and seemed to be slipping on the high wire, an old Richard Thompson song popped into my head. It was dorsum in 1983 and he was singing about something other than baseball game, but the line has stayed with me: "My eye was chirapsia like a song by the Clash".

Y'all wouldn't think that a game on May 18 could make a fan of an underachieving team solidly in fourth place and coming off its most demoralizing loss of the year experience similar it was actually Oct 18 with the pennant hanging in the balance.

But with Randy Winn in the box with 2 outs and the tying run at third and winning run at 2d, in a game that I had emotionally tossed the metaphorical white towel in on after vii innings and a 5-1 Yankees atomic number 82, but to exist utterly delighted and reawakened past the sight of Joba Chamberlain flat-brimming his style to allowing iv Boston runs before recording a 2d out (though both outs were gifts, equally Victor hacked on 3-0 and Ortiz literally walked to first watching his fly brawl non leave the park), and then having Daniel Bard slam the door on Hideki Okajima'south footling 2-out mess in the 8th and preserve the tie, and then watch the Sox rally for two more runs against Mariano Rivera, a key play of which was Marcus Thames dropping Marco Scutaro's pop-up in short correct and literally kicking it into right-center, then Jeremy Hermida (who had replaced a possibly injured J.D. Drew after Drew had hit a key double confronting Joba), conspicuously looking at strike 3 on a 1-2 pitch inside, which would have concluded the inning with the game v-5, but for some reason non having the plate umpire ring him up, whacking a two-run double far over Winn's head in left field, and then hoping Bard would return for the ninth, but no, it's Papelbon, yikes, and Slappy reaches as his basis ball lazily rolls past Scutaro's dorsum-handed glove into left, Cano doubles, it'southward now vii-half-dozen, Cano is sac'd to tertiary and Thames walks (but not earlier ball two is up and not really that far in, just Thames backs away quickly anyhow and glares out at Bot; a fight - now? in the rain?) and Pena runs for Thames at first and goes to second as Miranda smacks a hard, low snake to Papelbon, who twists and turns (seemingly in panic, though that was probably a fleck of project by me) before throwing to first, and and then now Winn is up and the count is 2-ane and here's where my centre is thumping like it's the ALCS, Winn fouls off a pitch, takes ball three, full count, and if he walks, the bases volition exist loaded for Jeter, who hasn't done a affair all night, but it's still non a state of affairs I would willingly ask for, and Winn fouls off some other 3-ii pitch, and then suddenly, he swings and misses. And immediately, everything stops. Information technology's actually slightly disorienting. Winn is out, it'due south the third out, the inning is over, and that means the Sox win the game. Jesus, can I take a jiff at present?

And it turns out that the Thompson line in "Tear-Stained Letter" is: "My head was beating similar a vocal by the Clash". ... I like what I remembered much better.

I'm not sure two other games, without the added intensity of extra innings, could offering as much drama and tension equally this little mid-May series did. The remaining 122 games of the regular flavour volition unfold however they do, but later this night, yous should neither need nor demand any additional prove of this Red Sox team refusal to quit. They will hook and scrape and battle to the very terminal out. (And shame on me for assuming this one was over.)

An impartial observer watching these two games would come away thinking baseball is the almost astonishing, exhilarating, action-packed, heart-stopping, emotionally-draining game ever devised. And, of form, she'd be correct.

Start of game delayed by rain. 8 PM start expected.

Mike Lowell is very frustrated, says he has idea most asking for his release.

Josh Beckett / CC Sabathia

It's raining in New York.

          
Scutaro, SS
Pedroia, 2B
Drew, RF
Youkilis, 1B
Martinez, C
Ortiz, DH
Beltre, 3B
Hall, LF
McDonald, CF
        

Lost amid the shitastic ending last dark was some good striking: Victor Martinez was 0-for-his-last-19 earlier he homered from both sides of the plate, the first time a Boston player has done that since Jason Varitek on Baronial 16, 2005 (crazy linescore -- and information technology was the second start/game of Jonathan Papelbon's career).

David Ortiz, Kevin Youkilis, and J.D. Drew also went deep. Drew'due south dong was particularly big, cutting New York'south lead in the 5th from half dozen-2 to 6-5. That rally started afterward Phil Hughes retired the first two batters on simply three pitches.

B-Ref: "Are The Cerise Sox Toast?"

If you demand it: "Vent Thread: Where SoSH Proves It Can't Handle Mediocrity"

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