Jon Crispin's Notebook

Peter, Cris, and I went to a Red Sox game last night.  It was an absolutely perfect night for baseball; temperature in the mid-70s and a constant light breeze from the south.  In the bottom of the first, Carl Crawford hit a double off the monster and was then picked off second when he wandered a bit too far from the base.  That pretty much sums up the season.  It has been a tough year for the club.  But still, baseball on a beautiful summer’s evening.  Can’t be beat (unlike the Sox who lost 6-3).