🪓 Another Fenway Failure: Sox Lose 4–3 in Extras to the Halos
Fenway Park was packed, the weather was perfect, and Red Sox fans got to witness yet another masterclass in mediocrity. Last night’s 4–3 extra-innings loss to the Angels felt like déjà vu, except instead of a swift punch to the gut, it was more of a dull butter knife slowly twisting into our collective ribcage.
Seventeen one-run losses now. SEVENTEEN. That’s not bad luck. That’s a talent. An identity. The 2025 Red Sox are the baseball version of that friend who always gets ghosted—they keep putting themselves in a position to win, only to get brutally left on read.
💣 Ceddanne Rafaela: Lone Survivor on the Sinking Ship
Rafaela went 3-for-5 with a two-run bomb to tie the game. Guy’s out here playing like someone who actually gives a damn. At this point, if he sneezes in the clubhouse, they should put him on the IL just to avoid wasting his talent in this lineup of wet cardboard.
Meanwhile, Jarren Duran chipped in with a couple knocks and an RBI. Good for him. But once again, it was a night of stranded runners and missed opportunities. The team went 1-for-13 with RISP, because of course they did. It’s almost impressive how consistently this team squanders chance after chance.
🧨 Let’s Talk About This Offense (Again)
This team hits like a group of extras from The Walking Dead. Bases loaded? No outs? Perfect time for a pop-up and a weak grounder to short. The approach is lifeless. Situational hitting? Doesn’t exist. It's like watching a corporate trust fall where no one actually shows up to catch you.
And don’t get us started on Devers. He’s either hitting 600-foot bombs or looking like he’s never seen a curveball in his life. No in-between.
🧱 The Defense is a Freaking Mess
Three errors. Three! You could field a tighter infield with a team of toddlers hopped up on juice boxes. There’s no cohesion. No focus. Every routine grounder becomes an adventure, and that’s before we even get to the bullpen roulette.
This team isn’t just bad defensively—they’re actively hazardous. Bring a glove to the game, folks. Not for a souvenir. For self-preservation.
🛠 Alex Cora’s Broken Record Tour
“We’re making the same mistakes,” Cora said postgame. Yeah, no kidding. Except instead of fixing anything, he keeps trotting out the same lineup hoping the universe suddenly owes him one.
What’s the plan here? Just keep losing close games until the laws of baseball bend out of sympathy? It's June. This isn’t a rough patch anymore. This is the identity.
💬 Front Office... Say Something. Anything.
Where’s Craig Breslow? Witness protection? We’re almost halfway through the season and this roster still looks like a patchwork quilt from your aunt’s basement. There's no accountability. No urgency. Just press releases and awkward silence while the team circles the drain.
🚨 Time for Sox Fans to Wake the Hell Up
Stop accepting this as normal. This isn’t a rebuild. This isn’t development. This is a $180 million clown car crashing into a burning dumpster. If you’re pissed, good. You should be.
Call the station. Boo at Fenway. Wear a paper bag if you have to. But don't stay quiet. Because silence is exactly how we ended up in this purgatory of half-effort baseball.
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