"Hey, hey, Bay; that's what I say."
Much satisfaction from Friday night's game, at least from the bottom of the ninth on.
For a while there, it was looking like the first week of the season all over again. A pitiful parade of double plays and unproductive outs. Just when I was resigned to defeat -- almost on the verge of logging in and blogging out my frustration -- Jason Bay did his thing, reprising the role of Mo Killer previously held by Billy Mueller, a player cut from the same cloth: hustler, hard-working, team guy, no bullshit, someone you can root for 100 percent.
In other words, the anti-Manny.
Sure, Manny, if he were still a Sox, could very well have taken Rivera deep in the same situation. But he wouldn't have made the diving catch Bay did in the 7th, which backed up the great bailout work by Manny Delcarmen and set the scene for his own homer heroics.
I've liked Bay from the get-go and haven't missed Manny one iota. Don't know about you, but I always disliked the dilemma posed by Manny's presence on the Red Sox. I found him to be a compromise of one's values. Does greatness ever outweigh character?
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