Sure, I could blame Jonathan Papelbon for serving up a grand slam in the 8th. I could blame numerous Sox bats for not getting it done. I could blame Clay Buchholz for making a few rookie fielding errors.
But why would I do any of those things, when I can blame last night’s pathetic loss on Julio Lugo and his treasonous lack of hustle?
Bases loaded, two out, bottom of the seventh, Toronto up 2-1. Lugo at bat. Grounds weakly to the left side, as has been his wont lo these many months, and starts jogging half-assedly down the first baseline. After a few leaden steps, Lugo sees that shortstop Ray Olmedo is juggling the ball and he has a chance to be safe at first—hence driving in the tying run. But of course, by then it’s too late. Lugo’s out, the inning is over, and in the next inning, and the Red Sox go quietly into the night.