So the season continues, thanks in large part to the masterful pitching of Josh Beckett and the bald, sweaty, disgusting melon of Kevin Youkilis. (And no thanks whatsoever to Joe Buck, who feels compelled to invite the wrath of superstitious Sox fans everywhere with comments like, “Josh Beckett really couldn’t be pitching any better tonight.” Thanks, Joe. Like the baseball gods need extra motivation to mess with the Red Sox.)
Anyway, it’s now 3-2, Cleveland, with Game 6 at Fenway on Saturday night and Schill on the hill to face the Indians. Suddenly it feels a little like 2004 again.
Just a little, mind you.
When the Red Sox beat the Yankees in the 2004 ALCS, they downed shots of Jack Daniels to keep them loose before each game. This year I need a shot just to watch them play. Game 5 is tomorrow. Boston’s Last Stand. Ugh.