BREAKING: Narváez’s Monster‑Mashing Walk‑Off Ends Fenway Thriller—Red Sox Outlast Yankees 2‑1 in 10 After Judge Spoils Crochet’s Near‑Noir Masterpiece

Fenway Park vibrated with rival‑fuelled electricity deep into Friday night and—for the 36,622 who refused to leave early—the payoff was cinematic. Rookie backstop‑turned‑folk hero Carlos Narváez slashed a two‑out rocket off the Green Monster in the bottom of the 10th, sending pinch‑runner David Hamilton barreling home and the Boston dugout cascading onto the infield in a raucous 2‑1 victory over the Yankees. It was Narváez’s first career walk‑off, made sweeter by the fact that he spent seven seasons in New York’s farm system before Boston pried him away last winter.

The dramatics arrived only after left‑handed trade coup Garrett Crochet authored the best start of his burgeoning Red Sox career—8⅓ innings of four‑hit precision punctuated by seven strikeouts, three of them against his nemesis Aaron Judge. For 108 pitches he fuzzed fastballs in the upper 90s to every quadrant and paired them with biting sliders that made even the Yankees’ most disciplined bats look mortal. Crochet walked off to a standing ovation still clinging to a 1‑0 lead, having retired 12 of his final 14 hitters.

Yet rivalries never sign paperwork in the eighth. With Boston two outs from glory, Judge came up for a fourth look at the southpaw. Crochet went full count, tried to dot the outside black at 99.6 mph, and instead leaked a heater thigh‑high. Judge’s response was instant and violent—a 443‑foot missile that disappeared over the Monster seats, tied the game, and yanked every ounce of oxygen out of the ballpark. Statcast clocked the exit velocity at 115.5 mph, and Judge’s thump ensured he would not leave Fenway wearing a golden sombrero.

Crochet could only watch from the dugout as the Red Sox bullpen scrambled. Manager Alex Cora opted for veteran flamethrower Aroldis Chapman, who erased the next two hitters to keep the evening alive. Afterward Cora defended sticking with Crochet, noting, “Our guy was carving. One pitch down—Judge is Judge—you tip your cap.” Crochet, remarkably poised, said he would “live and die with my best pitch” and called the duel “baseball at its most exhilarating.”

Boston’s lone regulation run had arrived quietly in the second inning. Trevor Story worked a walk, stole second, and raced home on Ceddanne Rafaela’s laser single to center. The Sox later loaded the bases in the eighth but stranded all three, a missed opportunity that felt massive once Judge equaled proceedings.

Extra innings ratcheted the tension into the red. Ghost‑runner Anthony Volpe took second for New York and attempted a daring steal of third; Narváez fired a seed to shortstop Marcelo Mayer, who slapped down a tag that withstood review. Moments later DJ LeMahieu’s chopper drew a bang‑bang call at first that LeMahieu vehemently disputed. Crew chief John Tumpane ejected both the veteran infielder and manager Aaron Boone, provoking a Bronx bench that had simmered all night over strike‑zone complaints. The Yankees exited the top of the 10th still scoreless in extras, their lone rally suffocated.

Boston’s half of the frame began with Hamilton placed on second. Jarren Duran advanced him with a routine ground‑out, shrinking Fenway’s vast outfield into a tantalizing 90‑foot universe. With two away, Narváez battled reliever Tim Hill to a 2‑2 count, spitting on a back‑foot sweeper, then whipping his bat through the zone on a sinker that rode middle‑in. The ball cannoned high off the Monster’s padding, caromed past left‑fielder Juan Soto, and Hamilton sprinted in standing as hilltop fireworks ignited. “I just wanted something I could handle up the middle,” Narváez said, eyes still wide amid the champagne fog in Boston’s clubhouse. “Doing it against my old organization? Unreal.”

The fallout reverberates on multiple fronts. Boston (35‑36) creeps within shouting distance of .500 and shrinks the AL East gap, an encouraging sign for a roster heavily retooled by chief baseball officer Craig Breslow. Crochet’s dominance—the lefty owns a 1.78 ERA over his last five starts—continues to vindicate Boston’s aggressive March swap with the White Sox. Meanwhile New York (42‑26) absorbs just its fifth loss in 15 games but endures another high‑leverage bullpen slip, the Yankees’ fourth walk‑off defeat of 2025. Boone lamented “missed chances” but credited Narváez’s poise: “He waited for his pitch and didn’t miss.”

Statistically the night belonged to pitchers. Crochet generated 15 whiffs and limited New York to 1‑for‑7 with runners in scoring position. Yankees starter Luis Gil matched zeroes through five before Story’s scamper, then ceded to a relief corps that bent but never broke—until Hill’s fatal sinker. For the Red Sox, Chapman, Zach Bryan, and Rule‑5 surprise Ethan Holliday combined for 1⅔ scoreless innings to nail down the win, setting the stage for Narváez’s heroics.

Beyond the numbers, Friday underscored why Red Sox‑Yankees games still hijack the baseball imagination. One ace‑in‑the‑making versus the sport’s most feared slugger, a ninth‑inning equalizer that rattled Lansdowne Street, ejections that unleashed Bronx fury, and a once‑discarded rookie flipping the script against his former franchise—all compacted into two hours, 57 minutes of edge‑of‑seat theater. The rivalry’s latest epic reminded both clubhouses of October’s magnitude even on a mid‑June night. As Narváez drenched in Gatorade put it: “This is why we play—Fenway rocking, Yankees on the other side, game on the line.” Friday delivered it all, and then some.