There was brief confusion at Fenway Park last night. Under clearing October skies, a streaking Comet Holmes, and a Jackie Gleason moon, the Red Sox actually trailed the Colorado Rockies, 1-0, for three innings, and some bandwagon newcomers did not know what to think.
The natural order of the universe was restored when the Sox pulled ahead in the fifth, and all planets were aligned at the finish as the Sox walked off the Fenway lawn - perhaps for the final time this year - with a 2-1 victory in the second game of the World Series.
2-1? Seriously? Scores this low are why I don't watch baseball. A total of three points scored in three hours? That's like watching a three-hour movie with only three explosions. Blah blah blah click.