My neighborhood bar used to be a safe place to be a Red Sox fan, but tonight I was on my own. I guess after 2004 the other members of Red Sox nation in my town had collected on their bets with shellshocked Yankee fans and bought themselves HD TVs, but there wasn't another B in the bar aside from the one on my cap tonight. It didn't matter when the bartender closed up early because she is on call with the local EMTs, for after the bottom of the 5th it became clear that the accident was in Cleveland and the Sox were on life support. It got tedious being the only one swearing at the TV so now I'm at home and thinking about Thursday, and the odds of the 2nd greatest comeback of all time happening within three years of the greatest.
Ah, but now it's the bottom of the 6th and the Sox are on the board with 3 and are 4 runs back. 3 solo shots by Youkilis, Big Papi and Manny in the 6th! I'll be following this down to the end on-line, after all, since we unplugged the TV many years ago. Here we go again...
But champagne, as they say, tastes better at home. Bring on the Rockies!
Posted by: GreenmanTim | October 22, 2007 at 10:40 AM
Pain comes in all forms. Except in Cleveland, which is like Cincinatti without the glitz
Posted by: Charlie Crystle | October 17, 2007 at 10:00 PM