DETROIT – The final burial of those empty beer cans and worn-out chicken bones took place here Tuesday night. They have long memories in Boston, longer than most, and while Jon Lester pitched his way to forgiveness and Josh Beckett found absolution via trade, John Lackey still lacked that signature moment that could replace the image of him kicking back with a drumstick of Popeye's and a twelver of Bud Light as the 2011 season collapsed around him.
Now, they will remember his face. It is not a new look. When Lackey gets mad, his steely glare turns to incredulity with a touch of derp. He did not want to exit this game. For 6 2/3 innings, he stared down Justin Verlander and outpitched him, and now Boston Red Sox manager John Farrell was coming to get him, and Lackey did what he always has done in such situations: wear a look of the aggrieved, curse at his manager and, eventually, tromp off the mound.
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