Ninth-Inning Nonsense: Sox Bullpen Hands Miami a Gift-Wrapped Win
Boston had the game in the bag—until the bullpen went full yard sale and set it on fire.
Game Recap: From Cruise Control to Crash Landing
For eight innings, Boston fans were getting exactly what they wanted: Garrett Crochet on the mound, mowing down Marlins hitters like he was auditioning for Cy Young consideration. Seven innings, eight strikeouts, only three hits allowed. The crowd at Fenway could practically smell the win.
Then came the ninth inning—the Bermuda Triangle of Red Sox baseball.
Greg Weissert, tasked with protecting a lead, promptly grooved one that Dane Myers obliterated into the seats to tie the game. Not to be outdone, Steven Matz decided to offer his own version of “BP fastball hour,” and Jakob Marsee responded by launching a two-run blast. Suddenly, what looked like a tidy win was a 5–3 gut punch loss, complete with stunned silence from the Fenway faithful.
Anthony Bender came in for Miami and actually did his job—closing out the Sox with zero drama. Must be nice.
Player Highlights (If You Can Call Them That)
Garrett Crochet: Absolutely brilliant through seven innings. Too bad his win evaporated faster than a beer on Yawkey Way.
Wilyer Abreu: Crushed his 22nd homer of the season, a two-run shot that should’ve been the game-winner. Instead, it’s just a “fun fact” in the box score.
Dane Myers (Marlins): First he butchered Abreu’s homer by juggling it over the fence, then got the last laugh by going deep in the ninth. A full-circle comedy routine.
Jakob Marsee (Marlins): The guy who twisted the knife, delivering the two-run bomb that killed the game.
Red Sox Bullpen (Weissert & Matz): A reminder that just because you throw with your left or right hand doesn’t mean you’re a major-league pitcher.
Quotes & Commentary
Alex Cora, Postgame Spin Master: “The bullpen’s not the problem.” Which is true if you ignore the fact that they literally gave away the game.
Garrett Crochet, Through Gritted Teeth: “I just tried to keep us in the game.” Translation: I did my job—ask the guys who didn’t.
Fenway Faithful: Silent, stunned, and possibly calculating how soon they can start watching the Patriots preseason instead.
Opponent Blunders
Let’s not forget: Dane Myers basically hand-delivered Abreu’s homer by losing it over the wall. That should’ve been the game’s defining blooper. Instead, Boston’s bullpen said: “Hold our beer.”
Momentum Check
Record at Fenway: 40–22. Usually reliable—until the bullpen decides to light fireworks.
Trend: This was supposed to be a sweep of Miami. Instead, it’s a 2–1 series win that feels like a loss because of how badly they choked the finale.
Momentum: About as steady as a shopping cart with one broken wheel.
Future Outlook: Bring On Baltimore
The Orioles come into Fenway next, and if you think things are going to get easier—you must be new here. Crochet won’t pitch again right away, which means the bullpen will probably get more opportunities to juggle games like flaming torches.
Final Word: This Circus Needs Chronicling
Boston had this game won, and then the bullpen treated it like a scratch ticket—scraped it until nothing was left.
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