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It could have been a gut-wrenching loss. After Tim Wakefield delivered a heroic 5 2/3 scoreless innings, the bullpen (more specifically, Bobby Jenks) coughed up the lead by walking in the tying runs in the 6th. And, after Papi's wall-ball double had given Boston a 2-run edge on The Best Pitcher In The American League (AKA King Felix).
But, a sun-aided triple by Jed Lowrie (inexplicably bounding off a blinded Ichiro) gave Carl Crawford the chance to exorcise a lot of early season demons. He did. A line shot up the middle plated Lowrie with the winning run and the new guy was mobbed by teammates in
a thrilling 3-2 win.