So things went a bit awry last night, and in an ugly (and not unexpected slobberknocker of a game) the Yanks won 14-11. However, before Red Sox Nation begins to panic, I would like to quote a line from Walter (John Goodman) to The Dude (Jeff Bridges) in the Big Lebowski: " Nothing is fucked, dude."
the pressure has increased dramatically, and it's time for Josh Beckett to start earning his money. I considered today a toss up; now it's a must win. If Beckett can step up, things go back to 2 1/2 games, then ace Yankee killer Curt Schilling takes the ball tomorrow and gets a win to settle things right back to where we started this whole thing; 1 1/2.
Super smart (and oh so humble) I often wonder if heightened intelligence is a blessing or a curse. Recognizing the evil, lies, and corruption that dominate the world, I often retreat into films, comics, sports, and other distractions. Bread and Circuses, baby!! (Don't you just wanna hang out with me now; I must be a barrel of laughs). My blog is where you can read these thoughts, and soon enough you will begin to see, I'm a pretty cool guy. (There's that humility again)