Beckett, who would find himself in the middle of a media firestorm for golfing—after missing a start with a sore lat muscle—would allow seven runs on seven hits at Fenway as the (18-13)AL Central-leading Cleveland Indians would win the first game in a crucial four-game series in an almost comical fashion, 8-3.
The Indians win—while impressive—would be overshadowed by Beckett’s off-the-field golf drama by seeing the ever-passionate–and vocal–Red Sox fans taunt Beckett with chants of “Fore!” and boo their own pitcher off the mound in disgrace.
Beckett, who would be one of the Red Sox players identified as eating fried chicken and beer during Boston’s historical collapse last September, has seen his star in Beantown wane from once-beloved son to the subject of chicken-and-beer jokes and the new walking punch line of golf-inspired puns on SportsCenter.
Red Sox Nation is a very passionate, knowledgeable and fervent fan base that has a special love of their own, but with the recent off-the-field drama involving new Red Sox manager Bobby Valentine and third baseman Kevin Youkilis for “not being physically or emotionally into the game” coupled with Boston’s slow start of 12-19—and in last place in the ever-competitive AL East–Beckett better hope that Tiger Woods is not seen in the vicinity of Yawkey Way anytime soon.
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