I was all ready for the Sox to be playing their last game tonight. In the seventh inning, I even started writing the "goodbye until next season" post. But man, do the Red Sox know how to come back. The Dow may be down, but the Red Sox (and in particular J.D. Drew) are up. I was furiously texting my brother after Big Papi's homer, and I had not even sent the message when Drew went yard. (His return text looked something like this: "J.D. Drew *^%#@&*!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!") And then Drew comes through again with the walk-off base hit. Drew's response? Oh, yeah, whatevs. I was just trying to relax. And it just happened to work out that we won. Lah-dee-dah, ho hum.
But J.D.? You have no idea.
Crap, I have to get up in six hours.
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It was electric! Amazing atmosphere, the fat guy who took his shirt off, the guy who was running full tilt between the pitchers bull pen and the dug-out, sporadic fights in the stands, the crowd screaming and chanting and clapping at every pitch once the rally started! Amazing!
Were you there? Because, holy awesome!
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