Payton Tolle Puts on a Show as Red Sox Stymie the Yankees, 6-1

Holy crap. Payton Tolle was flat-out brilliant Friday night at Fenway—seven innings, one hit, zero runs, seven strikeouts. Five perfect frames. The Yankees lineup managed just three hits for the entire game. THREE. Goldschmidt, Bellinger, Chisholm—a combined 0-for-11. The one guy who got to Tolle at all was Spencer Jones with a single in the sixth. That’s it. That’s the whole résumé for New York’s offense. Aside from two walks from a gassed Tolle in the 7th but still.
On the flip side, Will Warren couldn’t find a punchout if he walked into Cask ‘N Flagon or the Lansdowne at 1am 5 2/3 innings, seven hits, five runs, three walks, and zero—A BIG OL’ GOOSE EGG—strikeouts. The Red Sox just put the ball in play all night, refused to expand the zone, and let Warren beat himself. Frankly letting the Yankees beat themselves is a special kind of schadenfreude in Boston. By the time Ryan Yarbrough came in to clean it up, the game was already decided.
The only blemish on the night was Tommy Kahnle coughing up the lone Yankees run in the eighth on a Wells RBI. But after seven shutout innings from Tolle, that’s about as high-stakes as finding a scratch on your car bumper.
Oh, and Willson Contreras decided to make things interesting. Warren’s walk to him in the 5th came on a pitch that ran decently inside—almost hitting Willy’s elbow, and apparently Contreras took real exception to just how inside it was. He and Warren started jawing at each other, and the next thing you know both benches and both bullpens had emptied. No punches, nobody got tossed, the whole thing defused itself. But Contreras was unmistakably the main character of the situation and was not visibly interested in calming anyone down. Honestly, this isn’t even close to the first time he’s looked like he’d be perfectly fine if things escalated to a full field brawl. Bowser came to play baseball and apparently is open to other activities as well.
Studs
Payton Tolle (7.0 IP, 1 H, 0 ER, 7 K)
There’s a version of this piece where I write a whole section about the offense and mention Tolle at the end. That’s not the right version. Seven innings, one hit against a lineup that has legitimate lineup depth—that’s the kind of outing that earns a little reverence. Tolle commanded everything tonight. Seven strikeouts and it didn’t even feel like he was hunting them; he was just pitching and hitters were running out of options. Really nice start.
Willson Contreras (2-for-3, 1 HR, 2 RBI, 1 BB)
Contreras keeps doing this thing where an at-bat builds logically to a home run. Two hits, the long ball, two runs driven in, a walk. Good Contreras is genuinely one of the better offensive players on this roster and nights like this are a reminder of that ceiling.
Caleb Durbin (2-for-4, 1 2B, 2 R)
Still rolling. No RBI tonight, but he scored twice and the double was a loud one—the funniest knuckleball screaming line drive that Spencer Jones can’t track well. He’s in the middle of a real stretch at the plate and has become a guy you watch every at-bat wondering what he’s going to do. Is it the private hitting coach? The lack of Driveline finally in this team? ¯_(ツ)_/¯
Connor Wong and Tsung-Che Cheng (2 RBI and 1 RBI, respectively)
I’m going to lump these two together because the bottom of this order deserves a lil moment. Wong had a hit and two RBI with a walk. Cheng had an RBI double and a walk. In a game where Tolle was going to make this comfortable regardless, the early cushion those two helped build was a real gift.
Duds
Ceddanne Rafaela (0-for-4)
Rafaela has been one of the better offensive stories on this team through 63 games—wRC+ of 123, OPS north of .770, the whole thing. He went 0-for-4 tonight and that’s fine, it’s a 162 game season. One game doesn’t undo a two-month arc. Moving on.
Mickey Gasper (0-for-4)
He brought a run home, which is credit, but four at-bats without a hit keeps him in this section. Gasper has been a bit of an enigma at the plate this year and tonight didn’t change the picture.
Play of the Game
Has to be Tolle’s full outing. From the first inning to the last pitch, he gave this team exactly what it needed—and then some. Absolute fire and a blast on the mound to watch.



