Sorry, writing about 1-4 road trips aren’t usually much fun. Especially when the Sox look like they’re trying to find new and creative ways to lose. Have the go-ahead run on third in the top of the 12th with one out and the reigning MVP up? Lose four batters later. Have a 4-0 lead in three straight games? Lose two of them. Tied in the bottom of the 9th with two outs and your most reliable reliever up? Allow three straight men to reach and, you guessed it, lose.

You may have noticed that I only mentioned the record for the last five games of the Sox’s six game road trip. That’s because Kim and I took a road trip of our own during which the Sox put up a 1-4 record.

We drove down to the Big A on Wednesday night, which meant that thanks to XM we got to listen to the Three Stooges broadcasting team of Terry Smith, Steve Physioc and Rex Hudler. If you listen to them, don’t expect to ever know what’s going on in the game. At one point Rex didn’t feel like bothering to interrupt his fascinating story about running into Larry King and tell us that a batter went from a 1-0 count to getting walked. Oh, and by fascinating, I mean resembled the type of story a grandparent tells you about getting a gallon of milk from the store when they were 10 years old. If I didn’t have the XM to show me the score, I probably wouldn’t have known that the Angels were leading until the 8th inning, even though they overcame a 4-0 deficit back in the 3rd.

Kim and I did make it down for Thursday’s game, mostly just so we wouldn’t have to listen to Larry, Curly and Mo again. Instead we got to witness 12 innings of futility, and we were of course in attendance till the bitter end. We got to watch Papi look terrible at the plate all seven times, leaving an astounding 12 men on base. (Even from the upper deck, he looked awful). We got to watch H1N1E6 actually look, well, good. No famous E6’s and no GIDPs. We also got to witness first-hand what a terrible outfielder Ellsbury really is. His routes to the ball are hideous and he thinks that the outfield wall is an electric fence. We got to watch Tito get ejected for finally telling home plate umpire Bill Miller that a drunk college student who is seeing double would have a more consistent strike zone. And last but not least, thanks to the extra innings and frustration, we got to drive back in rush-hour traffic while still fuming that the MVP couldn’t put the ball in play for the go-ahead run. (For those keeping score at home, I’ve now been to three Sox games this season and have watched them lose in 12 innings twice.)

Seattle wasn’t much better. Lester, in his home town, blew a 4-0 lead by giving up TWO HRs to Ichiro. And NICK GREEEEEEN finally demoted himself back down to being called just Nick Green with his airmailed throw from short to the 4th row of seats that turned out to put the winning run in scoring position with 2 outs in the 9th.

Earlier in the season the loses were clearly the fault of bad starting pitching, but you can’t blame this 1-4 stretch on the starters. Hopefully we can have our normal offense back and will score more than 5 runs in one of these games.