I suppose a lesser man might choose to question the logic of starting a baseball game when the forecast called for almost immediate, constant rain, but I am bigger than that. I won’t waste my time whining about the entire evening I spent flipping between So You Think You Can Dance and Rain Delay Theater. Nor will I lament the resumption of the game after a stoppage of more than two hours, only to see it delayed again shortly thereafter.
No, I’m going to instead lament the fact that Jon Lester was essentially skipped in the rotation despite pitching less than two complete innings.