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Posted by athomeatfenway on January 5, 2010
Posted by athomeatfenway on August 4, 2008
It was Jason Bay Day. His First Day of Issue as a Red Sox Rock Star.
Let’s have a hearty welcome for This Lion of British Columbia.
This Gonzagian. This Cape Cod Leaguer.
The Man Who Really Makes It The Bay State.
He was greeted warmly on his first day at Fenway, while Manny was dragged through the dirt.
Mark, the life-long, 50-something lifetime Sox fan from Springfield leaned forward in his chair at O’Learys and said, “The bottom line is that Manny makes $20 Million per year and should act like he wants to play the game. Period.” Mark is a reserved person, with a serene quality that’s appropriate for a thinker, designer, architect, all of which he is.
His wife, Sue was exhausted from walking in Boston’s toxic humidity on this blue sky & sunny day, Jason Bay’s First Day.
Sue was running on empty, had said little from her perch on O’Leary’s oak chair. But the Manny discussion roused her. “That’s right ! He should just shut up and play !”.
Nothing raises the emotions of educated & proper New Englanders like being abandoned by the object of their love.
You heard about Casper Milktoast, the mild mannered Dentist from Everett who drilled his lover’s eyeballs out of their sockets after learning that girlfriend had been trysting in wine country ? Same thing. Exact same thing.
Content and in love one minute. Out of sorts the next.
Such was life with our Manny.
On this day, Fri., August 1, Jason Bay Day, there was a lovely ballgame. Played first under a stunning blue sky, then under warm and gleaming Fenway lights, it was a classic. A tale of few runs, stranded runners, stalwart pitchers, and minor details.
Hey ! Did anyone notice that the bedrock in the bleachers has been sandblasted and sealed ? Gone are the mustard stains of 1973, when Yastrzemski hit the wall and I dropped my hot dog.
And the bleacher seats in section 43 are ALL NEW. A little wider than the old model, smooth and supple. I pity those poor bastards squeezed into the tight blue wood grandstand seats that saw Ted Williams play.
On Jason Bay Day, BoSox Ace Tim Wakefield mixed his variable-speed knuckler with a curve and a not-so-fast fastball ball. 37,832 watched Wake strike out, ground out and pop up the A’s with ease. Then he put two men on in the top of the 7th, when the other Manny, he of South Boston, came in to finish.
It was Wake’s 16th Quality Start. He leads the starting staff in these.
Tim has delivered a QS in 70% of his mound appearances. Which also leads the team.
Justin Duchscherer, who the Sox once traded to get Doug Mirabelli, was equal to Wakefield. He gave up one run over six easy innings, stranding 7 Red Sox runners. He was masterful, although he did hit Jason Bay with a pitch on Jason Bay day.
Jason entered the Rock Star strata during the lineup announcement, when his name was met with lusty cheering. That emotion was heard again repeatedly when he made a sliding catch, a running catch, walked, was HBP, tripled in the 12th.
Bay scored the only two Red Sox runs of the game, the second of which ended the game when he crossed home plate on Jed Lowrie’s chopper single.
Every time he stepped on the field, every time his name was mentioned, the love & cheers of thousands poured out into this peaceful, harmonious night.
He took a ball. Cheers !
He took a strike. Bullsheet !
He is hit by a pitch. AWLLRIGHTJASON,WAYTOGETHIM !
The A’s were vanquished in the 12th when Bay tripled and Lowrie drove him in.
But the defeat of the night occurred when two small boys walked down the bleacher stairs of sec. 43, side-by-side, rope in hand, dragging the jersey of Manny Ramirez, former Red Sox player, over the sandblasted bedrock, through the recently deposited dirt and spit and kettle corn of the Fenway Park bleachers.
And that was a poignant comment.
What ? You didn’t like playing for us here in Boston ? You made $20 Million a year and won two World Championships while we held you in our heart, cherishing your cartoonish child-like nature as much as your freakish hitting ability ?
You couldn’t make that work ?
Well, screw you Manny Ramirez. You broke our hearts. Screw you, and the Dodgers, too.
We don’t need you. No siree, not on this peaceful, harmonious night.
Ever the marketing savants, the Sox offered Jason Bay Jersey T-Shirts for sale. They sold DOZENS on Jason Bay Day.