Last night was a bad combination of our usual mediocrity. There’s no real other way to explain it. We just didn’t play well. And, as I’ve had to say way too often this season, it’s one thing just not to play well. It’s another thing to not play well and lose against the Yankees. That really brings the pain.
Beckett gave up four runs on seven hits over six innings while walking three and striking out six. He gave up a double in his first at-bat, which turned into a run two outs later when he gave up another double. He had a one-two-three inning in the second before regressing in the third by giving up a double and a walk that led to a double steal and then run scoring on a wild pitch. He gave up a solo shot with two out in the fourth and another with one out in the sixth. Miller came on for the seventh, and Tazaway replaced him one out into the eighth.
In addition to that, our hitters were busy doing a whole big pile of nothing, so even if Beckett had given up two runs or even just one run, it wouldn’t have been enough. Because we only scored one run. It was a solo shot by Gonzalez with one out in the seventh. That, at least, was a beautiful picture of hitting mastery. He took the ball deep to right field. But by itself it wasn’t enough.
We ended up racking up a grand total of five hits, and Gonzalez’s home run was our only one for extra bases. Naturally, Beckett took the loss. The final score was 4-1, and in keeping with the theme of short and sweet, there really isn’t much else to say. We played mediocre baseball at its best, so we lost against the Yankees, which yet again was painful and humiliating.