In roughly 40 minutes Jon Lester will take the mound in Anaheim, CA to start Game 1 of the ALDS and a Nation will be cheering him on.
It takes 162 games to get here and only 11 wins to win it all and for the 6th time in 7 years my team has a shot. As a fan? It doesn't get a whole lot better than that.
I'll spend the game alternating between upstairs on the computer, downstairs on the couch, and standing out of eyesight from the tv in the foyer during critical moments, listening to the commentary while I alternate between prayer and trying not to hyperventilate.
I've got my faded Sox cap on, the playoff beard is rocking with more gray hairs than I remember from last year, and I've got enough Mt Dew in the fridge to keep me awake until 2013.
Get 'er done, Crabby.
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