Eric Gagne. Eric “merde!” Gagne. I have to say, I’ve been to Montreal. It’s a wonderful city. I love poutine. The Arcade Fire are a great band and a great live show. But what the hell, Monsieur Gagne? The Sox come roaring back 5-4, and then you go and let in 3 gut-punch runs.
And what the hell is Tito Francona thinking? I’ve always been a big Francona defender, but why was Papelbon used in a fairly low-leverage situation today? Much as the come-from-behind win was pretty sweet to behold.