One night in Boston makes a hard fan humble
Twenty-seven runs. Thirty-eight hits. Three errors. Four blown saves. Five home runs, one of which might not have been a home run if Bobby Valentine hadn’t too been busy searching Hotwire for one-way flights out of Boston to ask for a review. Ten innings. Two overpaid, pitching-starved clubs locked in an East-vs.-West death-match for the title of Most Unimproved Team.
MLB.com calls it a “classic.” I call it a four-hour bludgeoning of all my baseball sensibilities. MLB Network says it was “maybe the best game of the year.” I say “yeah, in the way that ‘Jersey Shore’ is maybe the best TV show of all time.”
There’s nothing wrong with enjoying a relentless American-League slugfest. But—especially given the past week’s rash of PED-related suspensions—let’s remember this the next time someone shrugs and says “Well, chicks dig the long ball” as a shorthand explanation of baseball’s obsession with explosive offense.
Female fans get slammed all the time for supposedly not appreciating the finer points of the game and relying on home runs to hold our interest. But now that the league’s official website and TV network have crowned a showcase of cruddy defense and worse pitching as “maybe the best game” in a season that included this and this and this, I think we “chicks” are officially off the hook. Woohoo!
Which means at least one good thing came from that stupid, stupid game.