Down 3 games to 1.
Win or go home is about the only option I can try and sell.
Leave it to the Red Sox to have the guy who walks more people than the Kansas City Royals 5th pitcher to have the deciding game in his hands.
Screw it; if the Rays can't win this game they don't deserve to win the series. Dice-K is on the hill and I've got a good feeling. And if we win tonight, we've got Beckett in Game 6. God forbid the sun shine on us and we've got Jon Lester in Game 7.
To paraphrase Kevin Millar? Don't let us win tonight. We've been here before. Against better teams and against worse odds; bottom line?
It ain't over yet. And until somebody tells me that the season is over and Fenway Park is shut down until April I'll be right here keeping the fair. Cause not to long ago some moron told me it was done. Sadly, I believed him.
Now? Unless I see the World Series lineup and my boys aren't part of it, I'm keeping the freaking fair.
See you tomorrow, Tampa.
Better bring your A game.
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