Let’s take a minute to appreciate Rick Porcello from the ho hum, nothing to see here, game 3 of the ALCS in Houston. He comes in to start the fourth inning and proceeds to give up a pesky pole special, 326 foot homer to Mookie’ Betts’ best pal, and number 9 hitter, Tony Kemp. Tony Kemp. What a gnat. If the script was flipped and Houston wins in 5 it might’ve been him instead of our beloved JBJ being the ALCS MVP. Then he faces the daunting top of the Astros lineup.
Just imagine: The roof is closed on Minute Maid park, the smell of leather and the Jackson Street BBQ and Taco Trio in the air, the awesome noise of the Houston fans pounding on his amygdala. It’s Alex Bregman up to bat looking to atone for inciting the Sox with his Instagram post before game 3.Read More