I sure do love a good drama. And what’s more dramatic than a come-from-behind win? Which, by the way, we totally beasted yesterday. It was epic. It was a classic spend-the-whole-game-thinking-that-you’re-going-to-lose-and-wouldn’t-it-be-great-if-we-won-in-the-end-and-then-we-just-do-it kind of contest. Love it. So much insanity.
Like I always say, it’s best to always be in a winning position. But if you’re in a losing position, it’s better in the end to win somehow.
We were down by two before we even got to the plate. Doubront gave up a single, which turned into a double thanks to a steal. Then Ellsbury made a fielding error that allowed another runner to reach. Doubront finally recorded the inning’s first out, gave up a single, recorded the second out, and gave up a single of sorts that scored two. Aside from Pedroia’s walk in the bottom of the first, we didn’t do much of anything.
Neither team scored in the second, despite the fact that Doubront issued two consecutive walks. Doubront had a one-two-three third, while Drew led off the bottom of the inning with a double, Iglesias got hit, and after Ellsbury grounded into a double play, Nava singled in Drew and was thrown out at second.
Both teams went down in order in the fourth, and Doubront gave up a solo shot with two out in the fifth and another one leading off the sixth.
That was it for Doubront. All told, he pitched six innings and gave up four runs, only two earned, on five hits while walking two and striking out eight. He threw 112 pitches, seventy-three of which were strikes.
Wilson pitched the seventh, and Breslow gave up a double, a single, and a successful sac fly in the eighth. Drew led off the bottom of the eighth with a triple and scored on a sac fly by Iglesias, making the score 5-2.
Breslow’s ninth was pretty nasty. Three up, three down on twelve pitches, and it only took him one pitch to secure the second out.
Fortunately, our bottom of the ninth was equally nasty, if not more so. It began innocently enough with a walk by Pedroia. Then Papi doubled, and Pedroia scored on a groundout by Napoli. Papi stole third base, which was fun, and scored on a groundout by Salty; taken together, that was some very intelligent hitting, running, and scoring. Those are the type of runs that nobody else gives you; you have to give them to yourself, and only real dirt dogs can do it.
Anyway, Gomes walked after that, and Drew singled to put runners at the corners. Drew then stole second base, and Iglesias walked to load the bases.
That was when Cleveland made a pitching change. Huge mistake. They needed a pitcher who could enter a bases-loaded situation and end the threat. Apparently they didn’t have one. On a 2-1 count, after receiving a steady diet of four-seams, Ellsbury got a sinker and smacked a rocket of a double to center field. It was quite the line drive. It left the bat in a hurry. More importantly, it brought two runs in.
In the ninth inning alone, we scored more runs than we had during the entire rest of the game. Four, to be exact. The final score was 6-5.
It was amazing. It was the biggest walkoff frame since the Mother’s Day Miracle of ’07. We hadn’t even had a lead until the ninth inning rolled around, and all of a sudden we won. Ellsbury was rightly mobbed. Now, that is what I call a walk-off win.