
Nine pitches. Nine pitches is how quickly this game went from the worst game of the season, to possibly the best. Nine pitches is what it took from feeling like we were back in 2006, to fast-forwarding to 2007. Earlier in the day the Sox acquired Alex Gonzales too, so it really seemed like 2006 deja vu all over again. The Sox were about to lose a game that, quite frankly, they deserved to. Their only offense through the first eight innings was a 2-run laser by Papi in the 6th. Lester pitched well, but not the kind of lights-out performance you wanted to see from your #1b starter against the second place team in the wild-card with only a half-game lead.
The problem is, the 9th inning looked like it was going to be a fantastic comeback. The first three runners reached base, so the lead was cut to one and there were runners on 1st and 2nd. Then everything started to collapse. Chris Woodward was told to bunt the runners over. Instead he looked like a girl you begged to play on your co-ed softball team who is afraid to make contact with the ball. (Yes Chris, I just called you a girl.) I’ve never seen a batter pull back his bunt TWICE only to have the ball fall in for a strike. So with one out, Tito reached into his bag of tricks and pinch ran for the runner at 2nd, Tek, with Buchholz.
Tito never checked Buchholz’s resume though. If he did, he would have seen that he was a 2004 graduate of Jeff Suppan’s school of base running. So when Dustin hit a double off the wall in left, Buchholz went half-way, stopped, broke towards third, broke back towards second, and finally took off for third. As he rounded third, he stumbled and was thrown out at home by three steps. For the box score, that’s a double with runners on 1st and 2nd that ends with runners at 2nd and 3rd, no runs and an out. Someone should send that to Jayson Stark. And to think that I was the one wondering if he should try a double-steal with Ellsbury on 1st.
So here we were, down by one when the Sox should have been at least tied if not up by one. Everybody in Boston is swearing at Tito and/or Buchholz as Victor Martinez came to the plate. It also looked like Frank Francisco was finally getting his command back, putting V-Mart into a 1-2 hole. But slowly Martinez started fouling off tough pitches. And just Don told us that the Sox were down to their last strike (one of the baseball phrases I absolutely despise) on Francisco’s 8th pitch of the at bat, V-Mart lines a double down the line actually scoring the runner from second (and third)! The Sox had the lead, and suddenly everybody in Red Sox Nation was ignoring Buchholz brain fart and instead cheering on Victor, including Frank Viola in the NESN booth.
It was all downhill from there. So while the final score will simply say 8-4, and the standings will simply say that the Sox are 1.5 games up in the wild-card, it was really a span of nine pitches that turned this game from the worst loss of the year, to the best. Now maybe Buchholz should stick to the pitcher’s mound.