ST. PETERSBURG, Fla. -- The beauty of baseball is often times the opportunity to show up on the most hum-drum of days and find yourself with something you've never seen before. For instance, watching Mookie Betts throw a baseball 305 feet through the air to third base in the sixth inning of the Red Sox' 7-4 loss to the Rays Monday night was a prime example.
What Tropicana Field delivered, however, was something that would have seemed nearly unfathomable in this day and age of professional sports.
This was simply ridiculous.
Take a walk through the stands during what is supposed to be the tensest of tense portions of the 162-game season and you have to wonder how this can be. The people working throughout the Flint Memorial Auditorium, I mean Tropicana Field, are over-the-top nice.
It's a team that is stuck in a stadium which has a lease that runs through 2027, residing on the other side of a bridge nobody from Tampa wants to cross. There is likely no new stadium coming, with the football team in line to get the area's next professional sports makeover. That brief run of Joe Maddon-induced cowbells came and went, leaving a very good product with more apathy than ever.
The Red Sox drew more than 16,000 people for a 12-minute day game in August. The team that they're 11 1/2 games in back of was letting what sounded like a Casio keyboard dictate the environment.
There is no solution. It is what it is. And what it was Monday night was depressing.