How ironic. The Sox's trump card turns out to be their Achilles heel. The swaggering, blustering, beanballing, macho hombre Martinez stays in, because his overwheening pride prevents him from leaving when he knows he's spent.
Even more ironic, the man he threatened to decapitate delivers the coup de gras. Posada, that is. Beautiful.
Martinez really deserved a nice knuckle sandwich for his behavior in last Saturday's fiasco in Boston. But this is far more poignant and will last a whole lot longer than any transient physical pain caused by a punch in the chops.
I agree. I HATE the Stankees, but this game represented the first fruits of a new curse against Boston. It's the "Pedro is a punk" curse and it was levied by the gods of the baseball universe for him throwing Zimmer to the ground last Saturday.
That being said, it's almost impossible to watch a game where you hope BOTH teams lose big.