Red Sox 9, Twins 5: Early to rise
Over by the ninth; a late rally won’t do it.
In which the Red Sox make an ass of the Twins. | David Berding / Getty Images They blew our doors off ‘Cause sometimes it’s pain; It’s always crazy like that. As we watched from our couches, We had hope in the upside; It may continue.
We saw as Woods Richardson threw; Strong start, a Martin jack, But it crashed amid a muddled third, And we hit the sack. First Luke erred, then Story hit one over the wall While Early made our bats unravel. Well, the offense wasn’t scoring While Boston racked up hits.
This was a game many find boring, Muted and out of our wits. These losing games are sore just past a streak; But wins will return as soon as this week, We won’t wait a week. Another zillion every inning, Scoreboard keeps going up And lighting much to often.
Sim and Banda both got rocked, While the lineup couldn’t pop off; Kreidler homered, but win? No, And we clumsily walk to the car. ‘Cause they’re losing, Guess I should name a Comment of the Game: Let’s go with Joel’s beg for recs ,* Let’s go with passing him blame.