I bet David Price is a great guy. In fact, I bet if I was, say, sitting at the counter in a pizza joint having a slice, and he sat down nearby, and I asked him if he could please pass me the grated cheese, he’d be all, “Yeah, man, no problem. Here, have some grated cheese. And, hey, how ’bout some red-pepper flakes, too?” And I’d be like, “No, thanks,” because I’m a big sissy when it comes to hot, spicy foods … but, also, I’d be like, “Hey, aren’t you Red Sox starter David Price? Wow, you seem like a great guy!”
Except, here’s the thing: I don’t need David Price to pass me the grated Parmesan; I need him to win a goddamn game in the postseason, especially when he’s pitching at Fenway goddamn Park against the New York goddamn Yankees.
No one wanted David Price to succeed in Game 2 more than I did. No one, that is, except for David Price himself … which is why I feel bad for David Price … and feeling bad for David Price makes me twice as pissed about the egg he laid at Fenway on Saturday night, because how dare David Price make me feel bad for him? How dare David Price yet again wilt under the bright lights of October baseball? How dare David Price skulk off the mound in the second inning with that all-too-familiar hangdog look on his face while boos rained down upon him … boos that made me feel bad for David Price … and, hey, did I mention “How dare David Price make me feel bad for him?”?
So now the $217 million Game 2 starter for the 108-win Boston Red Sox has an almost incomprehensible postseason record of 0-9, and I am again reminded that not offering proven big-game pitcher Jon Lester what he was worth back in 2014 is the worst decision the Red Sox have made since Frazee sold Ruth.
Of course, Price isn’t the only one to blame for the 1-1 series split; the only thing that has dried up more thoroughly than the great mood we were all in after J.D. knocked a three-run dinger into the monster seats last Friday … is Boston’s offense.
Still, there were some glimmers of hope in Game 2, most notably from the bullpen. Both Joe Kelly and Ryan Brasier turned in quality relief appearances, with Brasier providing one of the night’s only moments worth remembering when he had some choice words for Gary Sanchez after the Yankees catcher stepped out of the batter’s box one time too many:
Ryan Brasier telling Gary Sanchez to “get in the f’ing box,” striking him out, and staring him down is everything I love about this sport pic.twitter.com/ErRzmtU83I
— Armchair MLB (@ArmchairMLB) October 7, 2018
Now that was awesome, am I right? And it remained awesome until Sanchez returned to the plate in the seventh and made everyone forget all about it by launching a three-run missile off of Eduardo “Am I Supposed To Cover The Bag On A Grounder To First?” Rodriguez that still hasn’t landed.
So now the Sox have to win at least one at Yankee Stadium to keep this series alive, and I can only pray that Alex Cora — who, after Game 2, responded to a question about using Price in relief by saying “We’ll talk about it and see where we’re at” — has the good sense to lock his beleaguered No. 2 starter in the visitor’s clubhouse for Games 3 &4. Or maybe just send him home for whatever’s left of the 2018 campaign.
I’m sure David Price is a great guy … but I’m equally sure that I never want to see him pitch against the Yankees in the postseason ever again.