The numbers will tell you that Pedro Martinez did not have his best stuff tonight. 7 IP, 3 ER, 6 H, 2 BB, 1 HB, 6 K. This is further proof that there are lies, damned lies and statistics. Pedro Martinez was on tonight. If not for pure dumb luck and a pure dumb left fielder, Pedro wouldn't have surrendered a single run. He was consistently between 90 and 95 with his fastball, and his curveball was just filthy. Pedro had something to prove tonight, and he proved it very nicely.
Wakefield (probably) goes Friday. Time to break out the brooms.
Originally posted by DEAN~!- Booker T stands like a statue in the ring. Paul London runs around the ring, bouncing off the ropes, jumps up and sticks his knees around Booker T ears and Powerbombs himself. London gets up and takes Booker T's hand and balls it up into a fist. He then extends Booker T's arm before hitting the ropes and smashing nose first into Booker T's fist. Paul, bleeding profusely, climbs onto Booker T's shoulders and dives into the second row- landing shoulder first onto the fixed chairs, getting more hardway color from his quickly sweeling upper lip. London runs into the ring and opens up Booker T's fist and raises it up to his face, as if Booker T was staring into his own hand. London when dives over the turnbuckle face first into the Spanish Announcers table. After the countout, London comes back into the ring and lays Booker T down on the ground while bending Booker's arms and legs and then spins him around. We go to a commercial for those burning Trojan condoms.
I had Simmons' comment on my mind last night. He must have been DYING during Pedro's last two hitters as they combined for like 25 pitches. Only could've been more tense had Vlad and Garrett Anderson been the two hitters instead of Eckstein and Choke Chone Figgins.
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