Sox Ground the Jays: Crochet Carves, Narváez Seals 7–1 Beatdown
Garrett Crochet reminding the Blue Jays that “ace” is more than just a card in the deck.
Your Boston Red Sox are now 87–71, climbing and clawing toward a wild card berth after smacking the Toronto Blue Jays around Rogers Centre like it was a rec league scrimmage. The Sox handled the Jays 7–1, thanks to Garrett Crochet being unfairly good, Carlos Narváez providing late-game fireworks, and Toronto deciding to cosplay as a September pretender instead of a playoff team.
For once, this wasn’t a stress test. This wasn’t “let’s all sweat through the ninth inning while the bullpen juggles fire.” This was clean, efficient, and vaguely professional. Which, in 2025 Red Sox terms, basically makes it historic.
The Game: When Boston Looked Like a Real Team
The first four innings had Sox fans wondering if this was going to be another “wasted Crochet start.” He was mowing down Jays like he was auditioning for Cy Young, but the offense was stranding runners like it was their day job.
Finally, in the fifth inning, Masataka Yoshida broke the stalemate with a solo shot to right. Classic Yoshida — not flashy, not towering, but enough to make Scherzer throw the ball back in with a look that screamed, “I should’ve stayed home.”
The bats woke up from there. Trevor Story chipped away with singles like he was trying to pad his Baseball-Reference page, and Romy González played small-ball hero with an RBI.
But the eighth inning was the real party. Carlos Narváez — the rookie catcher who occasionally swings like he’s trying to hit the CN Tower — crushed a three-run blast that officially broke Toronto’s spirit. The Jays’ bullpen just stood there, blinking, wondering if it was too late to switch careers.
By the ninth, even the Blue Jays seemed ready to call it a night. Isiah Kiner-Falefa salvaged a scrap run with a solo homer off Payton Tolle, but that’s like throwing a Solo cup of water on a house fire.
Final score: Sox 7, Jays 1.
Crochet: Ace in the Hole
Garrett Crochet was the story. Eight shutout innings, six strikeouts, no walks, and only three hits allowed. The guy was painting corners like he’s auditioning for an HGTV show. Every time Toronto thought they had something cooking, Crochet calmly reminded them that he’s the only adult in the room.
And with this outing, Crochet passed 250 strikeouts on the season, the first in the majors to do it. Red Sox Nation hasn’t seen a lefty dominate like this since Jon Lester was busy chain-smoking between innings.
Blue Jays: The Implosion Tour
The Jays are already in the playoffs, which explains why they played this game like it was a Tuesday scrimmage at the Y. Max Scherzer lasted five innings, gave up ten hits, and looked like he was searching for his car keys instead of his fastball.
Vladimir Guerrero Jr. got himself tossed in the seventh after whining about a called strike. Their hitting coach followed him out the door, probably so they could start the postgame pity party early.
By the end, the Jays were doing more yelling than hitting, and Boston happily took the charity.
Cora’s Spin & Clubhouse Noise
Manager Alex Cora called Crochet’s start “incredible” and praised the lineup for “doing the little things.” Translation: “Thank God the offense didn’t take the night off for once.”
Narváez downplayed his three-run bomb with the usual rookie humility: “Just tried to make good contact.” Buddy, you sent the ball into orbit — take a bow.
Meanwhile, the Jays’ clubhouse looked like a funeral. When your star slugger gets tossed and your ace gets lit up, there’s not much to say except, “See you in October.”
Momentum Check: Are We Dreaming?
Boston has now won five of their last six. That’s not just a hot streak — that’s borderline competence.
The Sox remain in wild card position, inching closer to the Yankees and Blue Jays while holding off Cleveland and Houston. Every win matters now, and the fact that it came against Toronto makes it extra sweet.
But let’s not start engraving trophies. This is still the same team that can’t decide if it wants to be heroic or horrifying on any given night. Momentum? Maybe. Or maybe it’s just the Jays taking a nap.
The Road Ahead
Next up: Brayan Bello takes the mound for the Sox. The kid’s got potential, but if he wants to prove he belongs in the playoff rotation, he needs to match Crochet’s swagger — not his pitch count.
The Jays will trot out someone equally capable of either shutting down Boston or handing out meatballs like Halloween candy. Given how Toronto looked last night, Boston should smell blood. But if history tells us anything, the Sox will probably find a way to make it interesting in the worst possible way.
Final Word
This was a good win — a convincing win. But Sox fans know better. The minute you start believing, they’ll let you down. For now, enjoy it. Boston hammered the Jays, Crochet looked like Pedro reincarnated, and Narváez showed why you let rookies swing for the fences in September.
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