Third Verse, Same As The First

There's not much for me to say about last night's game that hasn't already been said elsewhere.  I didn't even watch the whole thing; what with the west coast start and all there was no way I was going to stay up into the small hours of the morning, just to watch Derek Lowe do his kooky freakout dance. Again.
 
And we'll get to see it again since Chauncey the Manager...I mean Terry Francona has seen fit to set the rotation such that Lowe, not Pedro, will start against the Yankees in the upcoming series.
 
(Sigh). I am pondering the mystery of Terry Francona.  Is he The Mole, a deep-cover agent provocateur in the employ of our enemies? Is the Rainman of managers? ("Definitely Millar. Definitely. He's very sparkly.") What on God's green earth is driving his decision making process?
 
From the useless-fact crowded nether regions of my mind, I seem to recall something Bill Lee said about Don Zimmer managing the Red Sox back in the late 70's.  Something to the effect that the team had the talent to win and didn't need a manager, that it would be simpler to designate Ted William's shirt (or some such inanimate object) as manager and simply send the same lineout out on the field every game.*
 
Apparently nothing changes around here.