According to the Red Sox radio announcers, Jazz Chisholm Jr. should've gotten his teammates drilled with baseballs for the unholy act of trying to score an additional run in a six-run ballgame. In fact, he should've gotten charged and beaten by Sox lefty reliever Jovani Moran. Somehow, 47-year-old adult Will Flemming built on his own whiny threat and made it worse instead of backtracking as the eighth inning of the Yankees' blowout victory dragged on.
Flemming, Boston's lead play-by-play voice, somehow used the Red Sox defense's pathetic surrender as a dig on Chisholm rather than a dig on his own team that gave up before the final whistle on Sunday afternoon. In one of the saddest examples of homerism you'll ever hear on the mic, Flemming was still droning on and on about the intricacies of MLB's catch rule three full innings after the replay review center decided it didn't have enough evidence to overturn the call on the field.
Objectively, based on the way MLB replay has always operated, this was handled properly; the ball moved in Rafaela's glove, and whatever had been called initially would've correctly "stood". The call was impossible to confirm, but easy to leave be (unless you're Flemming or Bill Simmons or 95% of Red Sox fans who can't stand to blame their team's lawnchair-esque folding on their team, and are always looking for a greater force to hold accountable).
While prattling on about Section 5.1.09.a.BC.jbD.xL.ppp.43 (riveting radio), Flemming briefly interrupted his own dried paint to whip on a dime and call Chisholm Jr. "bush league" and a player who "doesn't play the game the right way". Ex-player and color analyst Will Middlebrooks acknowledged that Chisholm Jr. was breaking some sort of unwritten rule by trying to swipe a seventh run for his team's lead (due to the infielders declining to hold him on — again, their own fault for giving up early). Even Middlebrooks, though, didn't have much to say in response to Flemming digging himself a hole and plopping himself in it, plainly stating, "Wouldn't you like to see Moran drill Austin Wells?"
Red Sox radio broadcasters give their team zero credit in attacks on Yankees, Jazz Chisholm Jr.
Flemming and Middlebrooks should know, better than anyone, that no amount of runs has ever been enough runs in a Yankees-Sox rivalry game. That goes double for the 2026 Sox, who just ripped off a 32-5 run mostly on the heels of a series of remarkable late-inning comebacks. They never say die. Why should Jazz?
Much like the players on the field, the Boston booth was so distracted by one 50-50 call (Ok, fine, 65-35) that they gave up on the still-live game action early, begging the Yankees to sim to the finish line along with them so they could wallow. Chisholm Jr., who's done plenty wrong this season, did nothing wrong here. If an opponent gives you an inch, why wouldn't you take a mile? Unless there was some pre-agreement from Chad Tracy that I'm not aware of that said the Red Sox planned to go down meekly 1-2-3 on nine called strikes in the ninth, then what are we doing here? The Yankees had a depleted bullpen. They took the chance the Sox gave them to widen the lead, then kicked down the door.
Hopefully, the media storm around Flemming's comments leads to some actual retribution. There's a difference between garden-variety whining about Chisholm Jr.'s antics coming from a place of pathetic frustration and asking for the Sox pitcher on the mound to both drill the batter because of it and drop the gloves and hit Chisholm Jr. on his way home. Wish I could say I expected better. I expected exactly this.
