The Good, The Bad, and the Annoying
The Lovely Mary and I have been to a few games already this year, and though much of it has thus far been devoted to Matsuzaka's starts, rain outs, high scoring offensive displays, great defensive plays, and the first round of Red Sox - Yankers 2007 (SWEEP!), I still need to get some things out about the first game we attended: the Red Sox home opener against the Mariners.
The Good
BecKKKKKKKKett
Josh Beckett was maybe the biggest story of that day for me, though his performance may have gotten lost amidst the explosion of Red Sox runs (damn, I wish we could've moved a few over to Matsuzaka's start the following night). He pitched a 2-hitter over 7 innings with 1 run, no walks, and 8 Ks, including punching out Ichiro an unbelievable 3 times and striking out the side in the 6th. The defense was also solid, and I hope that all those people who were so concerned that Julio Lugo (nicknamed "JuLu" by TLM) was a significant downgrade at shortstop see how much of a difference it makes when the pitcher is as dominant as Beckett was at the home opener.
This was the Beckett I was hoping to see last year and the Beckett I believe we will see a lot more of this year. He's had another good start the following Sunday against Vlad and company, and hopefully his great performances will continue (I say this not only because I'm a Red Sox fan, of course, but also because he's on my main fantasy team).
Matsuzaka Mania
During the player introductions, the largest cheer came for that of Daisuke Matsuzaka (see clip below), unsurprising considering the expectations of the front office and the rest of Red Sox Nation. What was surprising was the uproarious applause given to his translator and just about anyone with a last name that even remotely sounded Japanese. If that wasn't enough proof that Boston has gone Japan-crazy, we heard the Vapors' classic "Turning Japanese" at least twice and noticed at least half of the ads inside the park had some Japanese on them, including a new and large Dunkin Donuts billboard above the right field bleachers (is there even a Lumber Liquidators anywhere near Japan?).The Almost Fight
In the 8th, TLM and I are sitting in our seats watching many fans start to exit what had been a blowout since the 3rd, when I look up and suddenly see Jose Guillen walking up the 3rd base line after striking out, jawing at the mound. The home plate umpire restrained him, though Guillen really made no effort to charge the mound, but it was enough apparently to empty the dugouts and, in traditional baseball fashion, the bullpens, just in case the fists were to fly and our resident enforcer Julian Tavarez was needed to step in. Guillen was ejected after the fracas, and the Sox pitcher who struck him out, Brendan Donnelly (yeah, that guy with the sports goggles from the Angles a few years ago) was allowed to stay in, only to be ejected after hitting the next batter 2 pitches later.At first we thought it was Guillen mouthing off to Donnelly, as he has a reputation of not playing well with others. He has Sheffield disease: though a better than average player, the Mariners are Guillen's 8th team in 9 seasons. He was even kept off the 2004 (then-Anaheim) Angels postseason roster for being a jerk even though he was one of their best hitters.
As it turned out, these two had a history together, as Donnelly reminded us in the post game conference. I had forgotten all about the incident back in 2005 between the Angels and the Nationals, featuring a heated argument that almost turned violent between the managers of the 2 clubs, Mike Scioscia and Hall of Fame player and manager Frank Robinson (who, by the way, was almost 70 at the time). Donnelly got caught with lots of pine tar on the heel of his glove and was ejected, as pine tar is considered a "foreign substance". The accusation was made that Guillen, who had a bad breakup with the Angels the year before, told Robinson all about Donnelly's use of pine tar, and whether true or not, the bad blood has existed ever since. Apparently both teams were warned both in spring training and before the game that any unruliness would not be tolerated. That seems to have worked well...
The Bad
New, Improved, and Obstructed View
My father first bought these tickets back in 1990 (Brunansky!) which back then was a great deal. Infield grandstand, just inside of first, $10 a game for 30 or so games.This year marks the 18th season we had that plan, and over the years I've become, well, let's just say accustomed to how Fenway looks from that perspective. Full on view of the monster, the bleachers, clear views of the entire infield, and almost the entire outfield save for deep right when everyone stands up (Brunansky!)...nothing to complain about. That is, apparently, until this season.
For this I and neighboring season ticket holders called the Red Sox offices, to which the only reply so far has amounted to "Oh yeah...too bad.". This now forces me to write my first ever official letter of complaint. Ridiculous. I get pissed about this at least three times a day still.
Oh, and it was butt-ass cold too.
40th Anniversary of the Impossible Dream
This was just sloppy. For the commemoration of an amazing season I and throngs of other people my age has been told about since we were children, this was simply disappointing and I'm glad my father wasn't there to see it. There was no real organization behind what we at the park saw. The ever cheesy Robert Goulet came out to sing the famous song from "Man of La Mancha", then I heard some cheering coming from left field. Apparently, the players had started to come out from behind the huge American flag they drape over the Monster every year, led by Captain Carl himself, though we had to figure that out on our own. Who knows; maybe the names were clearly displayed on the center field scoreboard where (almost) anyone could see...
The players from that Impossible Dream season of 1967 ended up taking their old positions on the field...or at least I think so. It was hard to tell not only because of the lack of audio (nd no scoreboard view) but also because the Mariners were doing wind sprints back and forth.
The 1967 team players that were there then lined up to all throw out "the first pitch" to members of the 2007 club. I heard someone say "On the count of three", though it wasn't the counting off of numbers that followed, but rather balls being thrown from various locations to various targets and at wildly various times.
And to top it all off, I think the jets missed Fenway on the flyby.
The Annoying
There are three things I can practically count on being true of Opening Day every year: I will not go to work (school, whatever), there will be no parking, and there will be no empty seats. After one inning of play, however, I was astonished to see that the two seats next to us were as of yet unoccupied. I wasn't about to complain though, as it allowed us to move over a seat and give us a little more room in those annually shrinking grandstand seats.It was just after the 3rd inning began that I saw people in our aisle start to get up, the telltale sign that the aforementioned empty seats were about to be claimed by their rightful, albeit late, owners. And then I heard them. Or should I say her. I couldn't make out exactly what was being blurted out, but I could tell it was being blurted by one really annoying voice. TLM later told me she was actually asking "you gonna make room for me on your lap while your sitting in my seat?". Ha. We stand up when they arrive and she greets me with a particularly sarcastic "Sorry buddy", obviously under the impression that she had asserted her authority and kicked out some vagrant trying to sit in her seat. My quick and not so endearing response was something like "No problem, I'll be sitting right here next to you".
And so I did. For exactly one inning. I kid you not, she and her follower, er, friend left after the 3rd. For that entire inning, however, she wouldn't shut up and paid absolutely no mind to, whaddaya call it again, oh yeah, the BASEBALL GAME that was going on. I couldn't help but hear entirely too much information. Yap yap yap yap yap. She was married in August 2004. She was separated in November 2004. She moved to Vegas afterwards to "get her life together"...I think that explains a lot.
Chalk up another Opening Day...
