*Picture from yahoosports.com*
OK, we lost 5-3 tonight. Pettitte, some dude named Joba, and Fruitbat did the dirty work, and all of a sudden, the lead is down to 7 GAMES.
The horror: the invincible Yankees are now WITHIN 7 GAMES BACK! Screw them, and screw Jeter, Torre, and Slappy.
NO WAY those morons win the division this year: so they won a game where Daisuke wasn't at his best. Big freaking deal. Tomorrow is where they come to the realization that the only shot they have at the post-season is the wild card.
Joshua Patrick Beckett takes the hill for the Sox tomorrow: the same Josh Beckett who sauntered into the Toilet in '03 and won the World Series for the Marlins. The same guy who is going for his MLB leading 17th win tomorrow. And the same guy who idolized Roger for most of his adult life: if this was pitched as a movie idea, nobody would believe it.
For once, I'll embrace the month of September as one of happiness, and not of worry. A 7 game lead, Beckett on the bump, and the Yankees more worried about Seattle than Boston.
Is that the 7th sign of the apocalypse? If it isn't, it should be.
Back to 8 games tomorrow.
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