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An inane, useless - but downright enjoyable - journal entry!
Right now, I'm watching the Boston Red Sox play game 7 of the ALCS against the New York Yankees, the Evil Empire or Baseball's Dark Side. (And journaling at the same time...how sad.) After playing anemic baseball for the first three games, the Sox resurrected themselves and Bostonian hope and beat the Yanks 3 in a row to tie the series.
This is it.
And the Sox are actually leading, in the 4th inning, by an unbelievable margin of 7 runs. In the first inning, Ortiz hit a 2 run homer off Kevin Brown, and in the second, Johnny Damon hit a grandslam over the right-field wall to put the Sox up 6 to null. Derek Jeter (whom Steffi thinks looks "unsympathisch") had an RBI single in the third to make it 6-1. In the bottom half of the same inning, though, Damon, who's nothing short of scorching hot, homered again (for 2 runs) off Vasquez, extending the Sox lead by another run and putting the score at 8-1.
And now the Sox have the bases loaded yet again...
Top of the 5th inning, one out, man on second, and Johnny Damon, who's already 3 for 3 with a stolen base, is up again. Loaiza pitching....and making errors! Poor throw by the pitcher, overthrowing second, and now there's two men on -- Damon on second and Mueller on third, one out. (Last beer almost gone.) Infield popfly, two outs, now Manny Ramirez up to bat...and a quick third out.
Three up, three down for the Yanks, and Derek Lowe strikes out the side in the bottom of the fifth. (And the same for the Sox in the beginning of the sixth...)
And another three, quick Yankee outs. Lowe continues his stellar pitching. (Beer all gone.)
(Hey, these Taco Bell commercials are absolutely dreadful! If I were that chick with the guy who keeps taunting the TB behind-the-counter help with his half completed "Zesty Chicken..." orders, I'd ditch him for 1) being an absolute dick and 2) taking me to fucking Taco Bell for dinner. Creep.)
Top of the 7th: Two straight hits, two Soxers on first and second. Fourth pitcher for the Yankees about to take the mound...And a quick rally-killing double-play to end the inning and send us into an oh-so annoying 7th inning stretch with a crappy rendition of "God Bless America." Argh.)
OK, now this is just bizarre. Pedro Martinez is in to pitch, and I have to wonder why the hell the Sox would take the masterful Derek Lowe out to put in a guy who inspired a line of "Who's Your Daddy?" T-Shirts. The Yanks have owned Pedro all season. So, what do the Yanks do? Own him some more...2 quick back-to-back doubles, putting the score at 8-2, no outs. Sick. And another single, so the Yanks' deficit is down to 5, one out, bottom of the seventh. And a stolen base for Kenny Loftin, Yankee fans screaming, "Who's your Daddy?" to rattle Martinez even more...The fans are certainly back in it.
Finally, Pedro induces the final out after giftwrapping two runs for the enemy, simultaneously provoking the crowd to get raucous again. Downright idiotic coaching...If PM comes back out in the 8th, then the Sox deserve the curse!
Awesome. Mark Bellhorn just hit the third Bo-Sox HR of the night. One run regained in the top of the eighth. 9-3. (Jeter may be "unsympathisch," but he sure can play short -- and shallow left-center!) Bottom of 8, and it looks like the "Pedro Martinez Experiment" is thankfully over.
(I could really use another beer.)
Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. A fantastic defensive play to get Jeter by a step at first for the first out of the Yanks at bat. Timlin gets the strikeout -- out TWO. Gary Sheffield, hated ex-Brave, grounds out for number THREE.
Three outs left.
Yet another leadoff hit for the Sox. One on, no outs. Bloop single to left, and Mink (oh, hell, I can't spell his name) -- Minky -- has a single. Men on first and second, no outs. Long fly from Mueller, Nixon tags up, now on third. Minky stays on first. One out. Sac fly, and Boston now leads again by 7, 10-3. Mariano Rivera coming on to pitch, Enter Sandman
Ninth inning.
Timlin still pitching. Matsui gets a deep hit to right, stays on first. Bernie Williams hitting. Count goes to 3-2 before Bernie grounds out to second baseman, Pokey Reese. Matsui out at second. ONE. Posada pops up first pitch, caught in infield. TWO. Willimas to second -- ignored by Varitek and Timlin. Kenny Loftin walks on 4 straight balls. Alan Embree, loved ex-Brave, comes on to pitch. Rubin Sierra pitch hitting for John Olerud. 2 men on, 2 outs. Grounder to second. THREE!
History.
Boston goes on to the World Series for the first time since 1986, also becoming the, as Joe Buck said, "First team in postseason history to come back from a 0-3 deficit to win a post-season series."
Amazing.
(Time to get more beer.)
Right now, I'm watching the Boston Red Sox play game 7 of the ALCS against the New York Yankees, the Evil Empire or Baseball's Dark Side. (And journaling at the same time...how sad.) After playing anemic baseball for the first three games, the Sox resurrected themselves and Bostonian hope and beat the Yanks 3 in a row to tie the series.
This is it.
And the Sox are actually leading, in the 4th inning, by an unbelievable margin of 7 runs. In the first inning, Ortiz hit a 2 run homer off Kevin Brown, and in the second, Johnny Damon hit a grandslam over the right-field wall to put the Sox up 6 to null. Derek Jeter (whom Steffi thinks looks "unsympathisch") had an RBI single in the third to make it 6-1. In the bottom half of the same inning, though, Damon, who's nothing short of scorching hot, homered again (for 2 runs) off Vasquez, extending the Sox lead by another run and putting the score at 8-1.
And now the Sox have the bases loaded yet again...
Top of the 5th inning, one out, man on second, and Johnny Damon, who's already 3 for 3 with a stolen base, is up again. Loaiza pitching....and making errors! Poor throw by the pitcher, overthrowing second, and now there's two men on -- Damon on second and Mueller on third, one out. (Last beer almost gone.) Infield popfly, two outs, now Manny Ramirez up to bat...and a quick third out.
Three up, three down for the Yanks, and Derek Lowe strikes out the side in the bottom of the fifth. (And the same for the Sox in the beginning of the sixth...)
And another three, quick Yankee outs. Lowe continues his stellar pitching. (Beer all gone.)
(Hey, these Taco Bell commercials are absolutely dreadful! If I were that chick with the guy who keeps taunting the TB behind-the-counter help with his half completed "Zesty Chicken..." orders, I'd ditch him for 1) being an absolute dick and 2) taking me to fucking Taco Bell for dinner. Creep.)
Top of the 7th: Two straight hits, two Soxers on first and second. Fourth pitcher for the Yankees about to take the mound...And a quick rally-killing double-play to end the inning and send us into an oh-so annoying 7th inning stretch with a crappy rendition of "God Bless America." Argh.)
OK, now this is just bizarre. Pedro Martinez is in to pitch, and I have to wonder why the hell the Sox would take the masterful Derek Lowe out to put in a guy who inspired a line of "Who's Your Daddy?" T-Shirts. The Yanks have owned Pedro all season. So, what do the Yanks do? Own him some more...2 quick back-to-back doubles, putting the score at 8-2, no outs. Sick. And another single, so the Yanks' deficit is down to 5, one out, bottom of the seventh. And a stolen base for Kenny Loftin, Yankee fans screaming, "Who's your Daddy?" to rattle Martinez even more...The fans are certainly back in it.
Finally, Pedro induces the final out after giftwrapping two runs for the enemy, simultaneously provoking the crowd to get raucous again. Downright idiotic coaching...If PM comes back out in the 8th, then the Sox deserve the curse!
Awesome. Mark Bellhorn just hit the third Bo-Sox HR of the night. One run regained in the top of the eighth. 9-3. (Jeter may be "unsympathisch," but he sure can play short -- and shallow left-center!) Bottom of 8, and it looks like the "Pedro Martinez Experiment" is thankfully over.
(I could really use another beer.)
Ooh. Ooh. Ooh. A fantastic defensive play to get Jeter by a step at first for the first out of the Yanks at bat. Timlin gets the strikeout -- out TWO. Gary Sheffield, hated ex-Brave, grounds out for number THREE.
Three outs left.
Yet another leadoff hit for the Sox. One on, no outs. Bloop single to left, and Mink (oh, hell, I can't spell his name) -- Minky -- has a single. Men on first and second, no outs. Long fly from Mueller, Nixon tags up, now on third. Minky stays on first. One out. Sac fly, and Boston now leads again by 7, 10-3. Mariano Rivera coming on to pitch, Enter Sandman
Ninth inning.
Timlin still pitching. Matsui gets a deep hit to right, stays on first. Bernie Williams hitting. Count goes to 3-2 before Bernie grounds out to second baseman, Pokey Reese. Matsui out at second. ONE. Posada pops up first pitch, caught in infield. TWO. Willimas to second -- ignored by Varitek and Timlin. Kenny Loftin walks on 4 straight balls. Alan Embree, loved ex-Brave, comes on to pitch. Rubin Sierra pitch hitting for John Olerud. 2 men on, 2 outs. Grounder to second. THREE!
History.
Boston goes on to the World Series for the first time since 1986, also becoming the, as Joe Buck said, "First team in postseason history to come back from a 0-3 deficit to win a post-season series."
Amazing.
(Time to get more beer.)
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