no freaking way

i was all set to talk about this past weekend's sweep of the Brewers. about how Papi has found his swing (finally!). about how it was possible that there were seven errors made in the night half of the doubleheader and Julio Lugo wasn't even in the game. about how the members of the bullpen are officially Cardiac Kids because try to tell me you don't flinch just a little when you see someone reach for the phone to make the call. about how Pedroia is a little man with a BIG swing, and how fast those little legs move when he is motoring around the base paths. about how E6 continued his bid for undoing every good thing (working a bases loaded walk to tie the game) with a not so good thing (then being caught in a run down between second & third to record the second out of the fourth inning). about how Sunday's game was all about the long ball with both teams cranking out four home runs a piece.

i was all set to talk about these photos, which beg to be shared -- and so i oblige.



i wanted to mention the pitching coach for the Brewers & how he looks like a French villian from some cartoon. and how the welcome back for Gabe Kapler made me smile, ear to ear.

i was going to talk about Jeemer being hurt & the new reliever, Chris Smith who was called up to bolster the bullpen that got well-used with three games being played in under 30 hours. and the fact that we will see Masterson pitching again on Tuesday and how i hope that he can pitch as well as he did last time out and that maybe the offense will step it up a notch for him this time to maybe make it up to him for that win he earned but didn't get in his debut. and how my blog post for Wednesday's game may just include photos of the insides of my hands because that's likely all i will see with Colon on the mound.

i thought i would mention, with some sense of victory, that Tito will now pull Lugo in favor of Cora during games where defense is of the absolute essence. because really? we probably would have lost the early game on Saturday if he hadn't made that switch.

i had so much to say, so much to catch up on.

and then Lestah went & pitched himself a No Freaking Hitter last night and all of that other stuff? *POOF*!




(this photo from the Boston Globe)
funny thing is, i didn't even notice that it was in the works until the seventh inning stretch. i mean, given who was pitching, it didn't even really enter my mind. but i have to tell you, i was pacing & my hands were sweaty for the eighth & ninth! and i am still in utter disbelief.

i would be remiss though if i didn't mention what wasn't just a flat out *catch* by Runs Like Hell, but saved a no-hitter that i wasn't even aware was happening.


and if you didn't turn off the game after the final out, after the high-fives & noogies & back-slapping, you saw Tek make his way to Lester, silently smiling, and place the game ball into Lester's hand. if the look on his face doesn't sum up what i love about being a Sox fan, nothing will.

7pm, Justin Masterson. you couldn't tear me away from the screen if you detonated a bomb in the middle of my living room.

(all photos from Yahoo! Sports unless otherwise noted)