Long time coming
I needed to put the scoreboard photo
up as proof. In a moment that was
long overdue, The Boston media prevailed over their New York counterparts in the Media game. We played at Fenway this morning, winning by the score you see — 14-7 — in what barely qualified as an official game. We had the field until 11:30. We play twice a year — once
in the Bronx and once at Fenway — and this is our first victory since 2001.
It was definitely a team effort all the way. Tony Massarotti from the Herald had a rough first inning, giving up four runs, but the offense picked him up. Tony actually supported the cause with a couple of knocks of his own. We broke through with a big bottom of the third, with hits coming from all over the place. Actually, I’d say our best hit of the day was a foul ball. Kevin Gray of the New Hampshire Union Leader smoked a foul home run to the left of Fisk Territory. It was eerily similar to the 90 or 100 foul home runs Millar hit to that exact spot during his years with the Sox. A few years back, I’m told that Kevin Gray actually cleared the wall in fair territory. Speaking of Gray, the dude went Jeter on us, diving into the stands to catch a foul popup. It was inspiring. And kudos also to Andy Hackett for nailing a double about halfway up the Monster.
It felt a lot different to be in the winner’s circle. I got a crash course in how big right field is at Fenway Park when Bob Klapisch smoked a liner way out of my reach and into the corner. I had this vision of the ball rolling all the way along the line like Pokey Reese’s inside the park homer a few years ago. But i managed to use my less than blazing speed — but all-out hustle — to hold Klap to a triple.
Rob Bradford of the Herald — best known for his blogging prowess — can also pitch. He came on in relief of Tony and gave us two shutout innings to earn the win.
As for my two at-bats, I popped out to second the first time up. My second time at the dish, I came up right in the middle of the rally and hit a roller to second that Pete Caldera apparently couldn’t get a handle on. I didn’t see the play because I had my head down in an all-out effort to get to first base in time. Caldera, who is a great guy, tells me he would have had me by five feet if he had handled the ball cleanly. I believe him because, yes, I’ll say it again, God granted me with less than average foot speed. Anyway, Uri Berenguer ended up trying to score from second on the play and the ball skipped to the backstop, allowing me to reach second. The official scorer — who is generous beyond belief — somehow ruled it a hit. I think I’ll take it because my poor media game batting average needs it.
Anyway, I don’t have as many great game details as usual because my seven-year-old son Tyler was at the game so I spent a lot of time checking on him and hanging out with him. He’s a big baseball fan and he shagged some flyballs off the Monster once the game was over. Anyway, that’s all the organized baseball I’ll play until next year.
Below you will see Tyler stuck inside the Monster but not seeming to mind.