The Red Sox won their six straight game Monday night, throttling the Royals 8-5 that wasn’t as close as the score indicated. Can you imagine whining about Craig Breslow’s trade deadline? I can’t.
He wasn’t complicit in the late-innings near-meltdown, having left the game early after giving up an unearned run six innings. And so he is the studliest of the night. He was very good. This is all very nice right now.
Roman Anthony, who looks like he’s 30 years old (complimentary), pulled himself out of the game before it started, citing some sort of back spasm thingy. Wilyer Abreu, who is a lefty, took his place in the third spot in the order, and went 2-3 with a walk.
His first inning lefty-on-lefty donger put the Sox up 5-0 and more or less ended the game before it started.
It feels like rubbing salt in the wound to target the reliever who really didn’t have it, but Alcala didn’t have it. Hoo boy, did he not have it. He gave up three runs and recorded one out. That’s bad! We don’t need to consult an expert to know that’s bad.
You may remember him from “Three Studs.” He also mishandled a Green Monster ball late in the game largely because of carelessness. Just saying.
He’s a weirdo but you’re in over your skis, because you’re also weirdos. Look at where we are. Chill.
The Durandonger is the one: