I'm glad other people are getting into it, but I don't know how much more I can take.
I'm ready. I'm not ready. I want to watch, but through the slites in my fingers as they cover my eyes. It all comes down to this, Game Seven, win or go home. After an entire season of watching the Sox, the first complete season of baseball I've followed, I can't image more baseball being played without them being on the field. They have to win, they just have to.
The Yankees are 5-6 in Game Sevens.
According to the second Back to the Future movie, the Sox will win the World Series this year.
The Red Sox are 3-0 against Clemens this year in New York.
The Yankees haven't won anything this century.
Let's go Sox!
I still haven't picked my jaw up from the floor.
I'll let our humble host share my thoughts on the pitching decisions last night. I've been told I'm a prophet. ; )
Me either James, me either.
Dave didn't like the pitching decisions either. His comment was "Those knuckleballs are just a homerun waiting to happen". Yup, they sure are.
It would have been one thing to have been blown out. It was another thing completely to feel like we were in control, like we were the better team and then to have our lead erased and the game seemingly thrown away. Sheesh.