As the ninth inning unfolded, Clay Buchholz mostly kept his head down. He was sitting on the dugout steps with his teammates but he was barely watching. Instead, he had his head tucked near his knees, his nerves racing. He could no longer affect the outcome, and yet he had done everything in his power to get the Red Sox ... (Full article: 1329 words)

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