This is why the Red Sox hooked me. At the bottom of the 9th, the score is 5-3 Indians. The closing pitcher gets two quick outs. Then, the final out is at the plate. The count is 3-2. And the pitcher, inexplicably, hits the batter who then walks to first. Next batter comes up, and, unbelievably, he too is hit by a pitch. And then, he just walks the third batter, and like that, the bases are loaded...and Papi's nowhere near hitting to save the day this time.
So Loretta comes up and doubles. Just like that, the Sox win. Wow.
My favourite was the special moment between Loretta and Papi, after the win. Like, "Welcome to my world, son."
Last night, we lose by a mile and cheer a base-hopping blackbird. Today, and Monday, we pull a win out of a hat. Crazy.