Josh Beckett climbed the mound Sunday night and, damaged as he was, issued a performance that seemed not quite right. The October chill set in, the fans dressed in parkas and mittens. And Beckett, the final piece to the familiar fall scene, foundered, his pace slowed, his location a smidge off, his fastball missing the extra bite that made him ... (Full article: 736 words)

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