On the brink
If you had told me that through five games of the American League Championship Series, the Red Sox would have beaten C.C. Sabathia twice, roughed up Fausto Carmona in his only start and have Manny Ramirez hitting over .500 and they'd be down three games to two, I wouldn't believe it.
Still, Josh Beckett is one bad mutha.
Still, Josh Beckett is one bad mutha.
posted by Jmac at 7:04 AM
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Rest easy, Jmac. On Wednesday when faced with nearly certain elimination, I made the same deal with the devil that I made back in 2004 when we were down 0-3 to the Yankees. At the time I also believed there was no way in hell we could come back to win, so I said to a group of friends "if they come back to win I'll _____," with ________ being the sort of thing best not described out loud in mixed company. You know the rest of how that turned out last time.
Schilling won't shit the bed twice in one playoff series, so I suspect we will win tomorrow's game. That means it probably all comes down to game 7 and Dice-K vs. Westbrook. That makes me nervous, but it's doable.
My hat's off to Beckett. He pitched one heck of a game last night.
Though I liked seeing how Manny's showboating got him into a little trouble last night. As a father whose son loves baseball, it is always a challenge to get him and his teammates to run no matter what when they see (and idolize) the crap that some of the more talented players exhibit on the field.
As much as I hate to wrap up the pennant tomorrow night on the road, the champagne will be just as sweet.
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