I went to a Boston Red Sox game one day.

I was at the game Tuesday night, the Kazmir/Lester game. Yay Mike Lowell and such.

You may not have heard this at home, but Gagne was booed straight off. It's okay, he atoned. And it is painful to watch David Ortiz hobbling around, limping. It's like the look on Richard Dreyfuss's face in The Goodbye Girl after his horrible Shakespeare performance.

I saw Crisp's exit in his superhuge burnt orange Hummer, which reinforces the fact that these guys might be great athletes and assets to your favorite team, but outside the lines they are mostly tools you would never want to hang out with.

So congratulations to Buchholz as well.

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