The Muddy Chicken?: What The Heck Did I Miss?

I have neglected my blogging duties for the past week or so. I did not stop watching the games, but I decided to have my own little All-Star Break. It was well-deserved. I've never blogged so much in my life as I have so far this season. I'm out of blog-shape, and my fingers needed a while to recover. But I'm back! You can't get rid of me that easily.

Unfortunately, the one game I didn't get to watch since the ASB was last night's game. I want to know how Pedroia got the nickname The Muddy Chicken. I demand to know this information. Whoever provides me with said information will win a lifetime supply of my gratitude. It's priceless, people. Once in a lifetime opportunity!

Sixteen innings, huh? Apparently the game ended at 1:56 AM. Had I known that it was still going on, I would have listened on the radio as I drove home at 1 AM. How was I supposed to know that there would be minimal offense heading into the 16th inning? I was preoccupied. With Josh on the mound, I didn't expect much offense out of the Rays, but I sort of expected something out of our boys. Another 8 inning, 1 hit performance vs the Rays for Joshua. Where was this Josh during the Phillies series? You know what? I don't even care, as long as his knee stays normally extended. But after Josh, Bard, Albers, Morales, Aceves, AND Papelbon had to work, so we're looking at a pretty tired bullpen tonight. Them's the breaks, I guess. Seriously nice work by Aceves, though. That guy seems to step up big time when we need him. Cookies for Aceves!

But it's Pedroia... our little Munchkin.... our spark plug that zapped all of the energy from the Rays and let Sox fans to go sleep happy. Not that he needed to add "16th Inning Hero" to his list of accomplishments, because I'm not so sure that ego can fit into Fenway any more, but I'll take it anyway. I mean, what more can I say? Kudos to both teams for bringing each other to the brink of exhaustion and destruction? Next time, wrap it up in nine, please? Both teams rocked last night/this morning... it just so happened that Munchkin, as usual, rocked a little bit harder. End of story.

Wake tonight, going for win 185. I believe in Timmy.