Sunday, July 15, 2007
Gonzo, LF; Iguchi, 2B; Thome, DH; PK, 1B; Dye, RF; Fields, 3B; Terrero, CF; Uribe, SS; Hall, C. Jose on the mound.
Lots and lots of Sox fans here this weekend. I’ve seen Maria and her family, Rich Lindberg and friends, and all the ladies from the Windy City Sox fans, who staked out prime real estate in the hotel’s lobby. The support’s been terrific from our fans all season, both at home and on the road. Thank you.
Today dawned hot and steamy … imagine that. The hottest I’ve ever been was a four-game series here in 1992 or 1993. Only one of the game time temperatures was below 100 degrees, it was 99, and the humidity was thick. As you sat through the game, puddles of sweat literally accumulated in your chair (nice). It got to the point where I’d bring a change of clothing for after the game and before I climbed in the airplane to head to the next city.
I’ve seen two blog entries so far in my search for a willing author to describe her experience as a suburban mom in coming to a Sox game. Scott Merkin of mlb.com also said something to me on the bus this morning, but I told him he wasn’t qualified. I’ll give it a few more days and then pick an author.
Was not pretty. Not much to be said about that. Obviously, we missed opportunities to score more runs and then our bullpen imploded again. One of the things we need to find out over the coming weeks is who can get the job done.
Eighth inning last night. Two out. None on. Jerry Owens drags a bunt down the first base line and easily beats the pitcher to first base. Bang, he steals second base. Alex Cintron then laces a single into right field and Owens beats a strong throw how, sliding in a blur past Orioles catcher Ramon Hernandez for what appeared to be an insurance run.
That was Ozzie Guillen baseball at its best. We need more of that.
I am bowing out for a few days and will re-join the team in Boston on Friday.
Until then, keep the faith and let’s win some games.