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It was setting up to be one of those games you might expect on
Friday The 13th. Boston surged out to a first-inning 4-0 lead, and, of course,
John Lackey could not pitch with that much largesse. Before you could say "performance-enhancing drugs",
The Pinstriped Posers had tied it, 4-4. After endless squanders by
The Carmine Hose,
Jarrod Saltalamacchia dealt the kill shot to
The Bronx Embalmers—the fourth Red Sox grand slam of the month and
an 8-4 advantage.
Junichi Tazawa and
Koji Uehara made the newly-minted lead stand up (Uehara with his obligatory 1-2-3 ninth), and—voilà—the
Magic Number to nail down the division stood at 7.