One Man's thoughts, rants, and mumblings on family, life, and baseball.
Friday, October 17, 2008
You Called Down The Thunder. Well Now You Got It.
In my head, I keep imagining Jonny Gomes as Ike Clanton and Beckett as Wyatt Earp.
Those dinks had a 7-0 lead with 7 outs to go and blew it. Again, 7-0 with 7 outs left. And they choked; just like the MFY's in '04 and the Indians last year, they CHOKED. Now, the Sox have nothing to lose and probably spent the charter flight down to St. Petersburg chugging Bud Lights and trying not to watch as Papelbon did the Macarena while singing "I Need A Hero" at the top of his lungs.
Meanwhile Maddon and his crew are saying all the right things like "We're still in the drivers seat" and "We're going back home" but you know they've gotta feel like a lemur surrounded by a pack of wild Lions. I heard Charlie Steiner on the MLB channel on XM radio ask the following question today; Are the Rays up 3-2 or behind 2-3?
They may think going back to that hell hole of a dome is going to save their season. What they don't understand is the Sox have been here before. TWICE. The Rays are like a couple of small fish with a small cut in the middle of a pool of sharks.
You should have finished the Sox off. Like Mark Wahlberg in "The Departed" when he waxed Matt Damon or Bush Sr. in the first Iraq war. FINISH IT.
Instead, you gave the Red Sox hope. And hope, to a team like Boston is a bad thing for the other guy.
Tomorrow night it's Beckett vs "Big Game" James Shields. I'll ignore the fact he's with the Rays and he's pitched in approximately ONE big game and go with it.
Me? I'll take the guy who walked into Yankee Stadium and shut up 50,000 drunks on three days rest 5 years ago over the other guy who happened to have a pretty good year.