West Coast trips have always had special meaning for me. Listening to my mother's transistor radio, with Dean Chance spinning his magic for the Los Angeles Angels, and now insomniac nights with the Sox in the Oakland Mausoleum, or McAfee or whatever it is.
Oakland doesn't have a lot of great memories for Sox fans. There was the playoff comeback (2003?) and just not a lot of great games there. The foul territory never seems to end. They do present some 'mirror' problems with their Moneyball players like Nick Swisher, although I'm not a big fan of the Prince Valiant look. Maybe I'm just jealous of youth, good looks, money, and hair.
Tim Wakefield goes tonight for the Sox, and it's trick or treat. With his last three outings with an ERA of over 10 and the inability to find the zone with a dog and a cane, you have to feel badly for Wakefield. He's always been streaky, and if anyone can stick with someone during a bad streak, that's Francona.
Will Jon Lester have to pitch 20 starts for Pawtucket before Theo feels he's better than the bottom of the Sox current rotation?
The current Sox doldrums seems more to represent what is normal for a baseball season than any return to last August. Maybe the Sunday Night game did have some overhang, but then maybe Lenny DiNardo will get as many DPs in his next four starts as he got last night.
Amalie Benjamin broached the delicate subject today of who's coming and going in the bullpen/rotation, and the broad conclusion: nobody knows. As I've said before, Romero looks shaky (Lopez has outpitched him), I don't think they eat Pineiro's money, and Kyle Snyder would get claimed off waivers in a nanosecond. Maybe somebody gets a sore foot, like Giambi.
Speaking of Giambi, he's going to testify and cooperate with George Mitchell. Hahahahahaha.