Boston Red Sox: What Me Worry?

Well, its been building up inside of me for oh I don’t know how long.  I don’t know why, but I keep thinking something’s bound to go wrong.  But she looks in my eyes and makes me realize and she says, don’t worry baby.  Don’t worry baby.  -Beach Boys

Public Service Announcement:  Ok, here we go!  And here they come.  Here come all the Tampa Bay fans.  Or should I say, here come all the fans of teams who don’t have a horse in this race.  All the fans of teams who don’t have a horse in this race are marching in the Ray Parade Pride.  I don’t care.  Let ‘em march.  Let ‘em march the Bataan Death March.  It’s their own damn funeral.      

I know what happened last night.  I saw what happened last night.  Saw what happened to this generation’s Bob Gibson.  All I know is, Boom Boom Beckett won all four of his playoff starts to lead the Red Sox to the World Series title last season.  All I know is, Boom Boom Beckett entered this October with a 6-2 record and 1.73 earned run average in ten career postseason games.  All I know is, Boom Boom Beckett still gets to toe the rubber.  Bad oblique or no bad oblique, I still take my chances with Beckett.  Give him another injection of painkiller.  Give him some more of that anti-inflammatory medication.  Put the rock in his hand and trot him out there.  And ye without sin cast the first stone.  Evan Longoria:  “He’s tough.  He battles.  Whether he has his best stuff or not, he goes out and gives a solid effort.  You could just see it in his eyes: He didn’t want to come out; he’s such a competitor.”

Even with Beckett’s sub-par performance, the Sox took this game to extras.  On the road.  They smashed four bombs deep into the St. Petersburg night.  Three bombs in one inning.  Yowza!  Two bombs by Dustin Pedroia.  Get the papers, get the papers.  Todd Walker who?  The Rays should consider themselves lucky Boom Boom didn’t have his good kung-fu.  Very lucky indeed. 

So now the Rays come to Boston.  Now the Rays come to Fenway.  Now the Rays come to Fenway Park in Boston to face the best pitcher in this here postseason.  There aren’t a lot of sure bets in baseball, but you can bet your bippy Jon Lester at Fenway Park is one of them.  Jon Lester, the very bester.  The pound your chester.  The bulletproof vester.  Bulletproof at Fenway Park.  11-1 with a 2.49 ERA in seventeen starts at Fenway Park this year.  Against the Angels, Lester did not allow an earned run in fourteen innings.  Not one.  The most innings for any pitcher in any Division Series.  Goodness!  You know what that spells?  Sure you do.  Bad news for the Rays.

Then it’s Dice-K.  He’s delightful, he’s delicious, he’s delectable, he’s delirious, he’s de limit, he’s deluxe, he’s de-lovely, he’s D-Nice although he hates to admit it, he’s taking out you suckers and you don’t know how he did it.  And after he does it, the Rays are down 3-1.  So yes, Boom Boom Beckett lost a bad one, but I’ll take 3-1.  Wouldn’t you?  What, me worry?  Roll Sox roll!

Peace out homies.  Six Two and Even!

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