Red Sox at As 2009 Game 2

It was windy and cold. Really windy and cold. On the plus side, I finally found a hot dog vendor in the stands, and the Red Sox scored three in the top of the first. But Dice-K was not good and gave it all back plus two in the bottom. At least last night, Lester made the As work for two innings before giving up five.

But Masterson came in and pitched really well. The Sox rallied to tie it in the fifth with timely hitting (finally!).

The rest of the night was an exercise in self-torture. First cause it was really windy and cold (did I mention?). And second cause I did not want to leave a tie game. But the wind and fears of a lingering illness forced my hand. They lost in 12, 6-5. We were at home recovering.

Change of subject: listening.

At the Coliseum BART station, we met a young man who is a first-year high school teacher. An As fan, but a nice guy; we got to talking. We watched as the announcers tried to get the passengers to step back from a train so it could move forward and open its doors. There was a lot of leaning, and heads turning, but no one stepped off the yellow safety line. Two, three announcements; no one listened. The train did not move. Finally after about five minutes of announcer stale-mate, the doors opened, and the fans could step into the heated cars.

The high school teacher and I recognized it: just like getting kids to listen in class. It seems that things don't change much when they get older.

Some things just make you scratch your head. Not much good to take from the night.