Poopie & Circumstance, No. 2

Went on a great bike ride, mowed the back 40, but still bothered by yesterday's loss in Anaheim.

Somehow, in the SoCal sun, the Sox had a collective brain freeze as cold as Papi's bat.

That inning Lugo led off with the double -- the 10th, I believe -- I was hoping Tito would have Ellsbury bunt Lugo over to third. There, he could have scored on an out, such as that bomb Pedroia hit to deep CF magnificently hauled in by Torii Hunter. Instead of it going utterly for naught, it would have brought Lugo home with what would have been the winning run.

You had to figure Pedroia, 4-for-4 at the point, was going to put the ball in play. And, really, once it fell to Papi, what could we expect?

Weird new reality.
Do love the bullpen, though, even with yesterday's loss. Ramirez continues to excel, Delcarmen is way better than he ever was and NASCAR Bard makes throwing in the high 90s look like a warm-up run around the track.

Tell you what, let's go up to Seattle, pound that rag-ass team and go home with a 4-2 trip that ends our West Coast travels for the season.