Sox Pull Off Another Hostage Rescue: Beat Marlins 7-5…But Could’ve Lost the Sniper’s Duel
Because nothing says “domination” like giving yourself a heart attack in the ninth.
Game Recap: A Roller-Coaster With More Twists Than a Red Sox Strategy Meeting
Oh, joy—another “thrilling” finish that reminds us why we pay for cable. The Red Sox treated fans to an early offensive barrage, then invited chaos in the ninth before finally slamming the door shut. Let’s unpack the chaos.
First Inning: Trevor Story pulls off a hit, swipes his 22nd base in 22 attempts (because of course he does), then scores on Masataka Yoshida’s two‑run single. Sox: 2, Marlins: 0. Momentum? Already flapping.
Third Inning: Story doesn’t stop there—he crushes a three‑run homer (19th of the season), turning Boston’s lead into a laughable 6‑0 hole for Miami. Jarren Duran’s RBI double sets the stage.
Fourth Inning: Alex Bregman chimes in with an RBI single to make it 7‑0. The Sox look unbeatable…until they’re not.
Middle Innings: Brayan Bello pitches solidly—6⅓ innings, two solo homers allowed, mostly contained. Sox are cruising.
Ninth Inning: Cue the horror music. Isaiah Campbell nearly undoes it all, coughs up three runs, turning a five‑run lead into a two‑run game. Aroldis Chapman finally puts the nail in the coffin—his 22nd save, because why not add insult to injury?
Deep breath. A win’s a win, but the Sox flirted with self‑implosion.
Player Highlights – With the Snarky Spin You Deserve
Trevor Story: MVP of Ambiguity. Swiped a base, ignited the offense, homered, scored—yet still somehow made you sweat by never getting out.
Masataka Yoshida: Two‑run single in the first. Big whoop—made it look like Boston had it locked down for once.
Alex Bregman: Really hot bat. Two hits, an RBI, and a single that said, “See ya, Marlins.”
Jarren Duran & Roman Anthony: Solid support. Duran with the RBI double; Anthony quietly staying efficient—like a polite assassin.
Brayan Bello: Game manager with flashes of “maybe we can’t blow this,” until the bullpen reminded us how meaningless that is.
Isaiah Campbell: Filled seats and fans’ blood pressure, nearly giving the game away for free.
Aroldis Chapman: Closes the deal like he’s seeing another paycheck—cold, efficient, no nonsense.
Red Sox Box Score:
Connor Wong continues to do Connor Wong things.
Quotes & Commentary — Because Someone’s Gotta Say It
Manager Alex Cora said the bullpen “wasn’t the problem”—which is literally true only if you ignore the crater they made in the ninth.
Local media sniffed relief that Chapman saved the day—“Finally, some bullpen competence,” they chuckled, as fans considered therapy.
A teammate (probably Sarcastic Sox Fan #1 in our heads): “Yeah, we had the lead, but why finish early when suspense sells?”
Opponent Misfires: Marlins’ Dumpster Fire on Display
Miami’s defense was generous. First? They handed Story easy bases. Third? They gave up a grand slam of offense. No surprises there.
Troy Johnston: First MLB homer, nice... but meaningless in the face of this offensive tidal wave.
Late‑game rally? Awful timing. Like showing up for the encore—just too late.
Red Sox Momentum Check: Are We Riding a Wave or Treading Water?
This win brings Boston’s home record of 41-22 to something resembling respectability—one of MLB’s best since June 30. That’s like bragging about not catching fire.
The Sox sit comfortably in the AL East chase—solid, but not exactly scary.
Momentum? Feels more like smoke, but hey—if you taste victory, might as well say it’s Champagne, even if it’s sparkling water.
Future Outlook: Same Circus, Different Tent
Next up: Marlins in the final game of the series looking for a sweep. Garrett Crochet (13-5, 2.48 ERA) toes the rubber for Boston, while Janson Junk takes the ball for Miami. If Crochet brings the heat, the circus could turn into... a decent night at Fenway. But let’s be real: we’ve seen nine-inning games turn into existential crises before.
So, skeptical optimism is the safe bet. Will the Sox turn their “we almost blew it” routine into “we just handled it”? Hard to say. But fans should probably keep the heart medication within arm’s reach.
Final Verdict
This was Boston flinging early punches, nearly getting KO’d by their own bullpen, then somehow limping across the finish line. If that’s momentum, call me bewildered and bring popcorn.
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