I joked with a friend yesterday that if the Sox lost and went down some sort of spiral baseball staircase and stayed in the cellar that it would dawn a new curse for the Sox.
Bill Buckner’s face after he missed the ball was as miserable as I had ever seen. He was in shock with what was happening as Wilson screamed towards home plate. He knew that moment was going to define him. Sad, miserable, ugly truth.
He said yesterday that he was bitter, not to the Boston fans per se, but to the media. He had to forgive the media. I can’t even begin to imagine what he went through, although there were many times where I would watch the replay and think that he was targeted and thank God no one killed him.
The game itself was great. Dice-K is seemingly pulling his other pitches and sticking to fastball, curve, cutter which is EXACTLY what John Farrel told him to do half of last year. So far he leads the league in strikeouts and he’s got an opponent against ERA of around 1.
So, the Sox win and the Tigers go to 0-7. They may just beat the hell out of the Sox and score 20 runs tonight (they can do it with that lineup), but no one will be beat up like Bill Buckner was for 20 years. Nor should they.