The game was played under eerie conditions, with a windblown mist draping the ancient ballpark in dankness. It was baseball noir, and the Cardinals emerged the worse for it. Their pitchers, starting with Matt Morris on short rest, walked six batters and hit two others. (They handed the Sox 23 runners in the first two games without need of a hit.) Boston became only the seventh World Series team to score at least six runs in each of the first two games.
The Red Sox, who once again did not trail at any point, scored on three two-out, two-run wall-bangers: a ringing triple by Varitek to the centerfield triangle in the first, a hard double off the centerfield wall by Bellhorn in the fourth and a mean single off the Green Monster by Orlando Cabrera in the sixth.
Once again, too, Boston kicked the ball around on defense with little penalty. The team was charged with four more errors, three of them by third baseman Bill Mueller, tying a World Series record. In the end the breakdowns did not matter. The Red Sox and Schilling were feeling no pain, at least not until the game was over.
Schilling was hauled in a motorized cart driven by a grounds-crew member to his postgame news conference. When he was done, Schilling hobbled out of the room and then--gingerly, moving slowly and stiffly as a very old man might--descended a flight of stairs to the motorized cart. Before he got in, he said, "What happened out there was a blessing, like it was supposed to happen."
And how did he feel now that it was over? "Like I've been beat to s---," he said, slowly folding himself into the cart.
GAME 3 at St. Louis
RED SOX 4, CARDINALS 1
Though he was to be the starting pitcher, Pedro Martinez did not bother sitting in on the pregame meeting with his catcher and coaches to review the St. Louis hitters. Of course, he never sits in. "I'm telling you," Varitek said, shaking his head, "we have some different people around here."
Maybe Pedro figured, Why bother? Why break down the tendencies of a World Series opponent when you can command the baseball like a yoyo on a string? Why clutter the mind with scouting reports when it is the men with the bats in their hands who should be on the defensive?
In the first World Series start of his brilliant career, Martinez rose to the occasion. He did not have vintage 1999 velocity, but he did exhibit mastery of a different sort. With impeccable location on all his pitches, Martinez shackled the potent Cardinals lineup with seven shutout innings in the manner of a true virtuoso: He made it look easy.