The Morning After: What a nightmare

Mimi Craven. Remember the name.

Mimi Craven: what’s in a name? Maybe less than in a role.

It’s not an easy one to remember. After all, what the hell would a Mimi Craven, an actress in horror flicks, have to do with the Red Sox? What could anyone possibly crave from a horrendous game like last night?

That’s just it, the Craven part of the name isn’t literal enough. The subject matter of her films, however, is. Last night’s loss in Disneyland was a horror flick. It was Nightmare on Main Street USA.

Let’s go down the checklist, shall we? A solid Tim Wakefield start? Nope. Consistent power hitting, inning to inning? Nope. Clutch work from the bull pen’s long men? Ehhh, let’s take a pass on that, too.

Look, what do you expect from a game like last night’s. And - for that matter - a series like the one currently evolving in Anaheim. After escaping the last West Coast horror house known to Sox fans everywhere, Boston seems to have found a new one. Now, the Sox have to look to Jon Boy Lester to try to scrape a win away from the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim/Orange County/California/USA/North America/the World. Not exactly the performance Red Sox fans were looking for.

Egggghhh. This scene creepy enough for you? It’s not as bad as things were in Anaheim last night.

Then again, I’m not entirely sure that the nurse’s spot in Nightmare on Elm Street was what moviegoers were looking for Mimi Craven, either. Nightmares come easy with a creepy expression like that. They come easy after a game like that, too.

– Cameron Smith