Or was I dreaming?
Last night's Red Sox-Rays game, despite being a relatively "average" f0ur hours (how ridiculous is that?), felt like it covered about four weeks. Drinking will do that to you.
But the real shock of the whole thing was that for seven innings I had come to grips with the fact that the Red Sox season was over, only to have them yet again pull out the most improbable of victories - pretty amazing for a team that has been known for legendary wins in the recent past. And when are you EVER going to see a more emotional picture of J. D. Drew? I love that boring son of a bitch.
That's the wonderful thing about baseball - and all of sports. As cliche as it is you really can't say it's over until the very last pitch is thrown or the clock strikes 0:00. Bob Ryan said it best in his column this morning: "The season ain't over 'til it's over, and the Red Sox are still the champs until somebody beats them four times."
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