
Dear Rafael,
I would ask you how you're doing, but I'm pretty sure I already know.
After all, you allowed seven runs in 1.2 innings of "work" and failed to keep your team within striking distance. Now, I'm not trying to blame you here. I mean, it's hard to blame one guy when your team was outscored 30-5 in the last three games of this series. When that happens, there's plenty of blame to go around.
Still, you got
owned by
Dustin Pedroia last night. The 5 foot nothing, one hundred and nothing pound second baseman of the Red Sox. He's Rudy! And he lit you up with five RBI's in the final two frames. After he sent that letter high fastball over the Green Monster in the 7th innings, you would think you'd realize that the little man can hit that pitch.
So why exactly did you throw him the same pitch with the bases loaded in the 8th inning? Did you think he just got lucky the first time around?
I'm sorry, Rafael, I'm just piling on right now. To be fair, I'm not even sure why you were
in the game when you were last night anyway. I just don't know what
Eric Wedge was thinking during that game.
When
Jake Westbrook was struggling early, Wedge didn't have you or anybody else warming up in the bullpen to take over for him. Then after he finally settles in and starts mowing the Red Sox lineup down, Wedge takes Jake out and brings you in.
Seeing you on the mound was exactly what the Red Sox wanted to see. I don't care how well you'd been pitching against them, the way Westbrook was going, they'd have taken anybody else.
So please don't blame yourself for all of this, Rafael. I know you had a horrible night on Sunday, and you made some bad decisions, but you weren't the only person in an Indians uniform guilty of that last night.
Have a nice offseason,
Fornelli