I went to bed in the seventh inning, Red Sox down five to nothing. I lost all faith in the first inning, truth be told, but hung on as it got uglier through the demise of my man Dice-K.
Woke up this morning, sat down with my coffee, and used the Blackberry to Google “Red Sox Score.”
“F%$K me,” I said. “Of course they won.”
I just watched the last two innings on MLB.com in the condensed format. Two things hit me in the heart.
- David Ortiz is the man and the reason they came out of their dugout, pounded their chests and made Tampa TASTE THE LIGHTNING.
- There is no more quintessential Boston moment than Kevin Youklis doing a primal scream as he rounds third base and the PA lights up with the first bars of “Dirty Water.”