The Indians are nothing special. The fact that they beat us doesn’t make them special. It doesn’t even make them a good team. These days, the sad and pathetic fact is that beating us doesn’t necessarily mean anything. It just means that the opposition is a decent team that happened to catch us on one of our oh-so-frequent off nights.
Beckett is the latest supposed ace to falter. He lasted only two and one-third innings, his shortest start since 2008, and in that time managed to give seven runs on seven hits, two of which were home runs, a two-run home run with two out in the second and a leadoff solo shot in the third. He walked two, struck out two, and threw fifty-six pitches. Needless to say, it was not even a decent performance. It was simply horrible.
He threw a good four-seam and two-seam. His changeup, curveball, and cutter were all mediocre. He was off to a fairly good start; he allowed a double in the first but secured three solid outs. In the second he allowed one run on a sac fly and the first home run; in the third he allowed the second home run followed a few batters later by two back-to-back RBI doubles. Miller replaced him after that and secured two quick outs to end the inning.
Miller retired the side in the fourth. Hill retired the side in the fifth. Atchison allowed two singles in the sixth but got through it and retired the side in the seventh. Morales allowed a single and a hit batsman in the eight but got through it. And Aceves came on in the ninth. He allowed a single and a hit batsman to start things off; after a lineout, he allowed a run on a sac fly. Then he walked one and finally ended the inning on a groundout.
Ironically, Beckett’s nemesis on the mound last night for the Tribe was none other than Derek Lowe, who picked up the win. Also worth noting is the fact that Johnny Damon was their leadoff man.
For our part, we went down in order in the first. Gonzalez led off the second with a double and later scored on a single by Aviles for our first run. We hit two singles in the third but didn’t convert either of them to runs. We loaded the bases with two out for Sweeney, who grounded out to end the fourth. Gonzalez and Middlebrooks hit back-to-back singles, and Gonzalez scored on a double by Daniel Nava for our second run in the fifth. We went down in order in the sixth. Pedroia hit a solo shot to right center field to lead off the seventh for our third and final run. He hit it on the second pitch of his at-bat, and both pitches were four-seams clocked at ninety-one miles per hour. The first was a strike. The second, Pedroia crushed out of the park.
In the eighth, three walks loaded the bases with two out for Pedroia, who this time simply popped out. And in a fitting end to what was an altogether sad, pathetic, and frustrating game, we went down in order in the ninth and lost, 8-3. So it goes.