Damn right the Fire Marshall wanna shut us down. Get us out so someone can gun us down. -Ludacris
Public Service Announcement: Ok, here we go! What’s crack-a-lacking sports fans? How about that? How ’bout them juggernaut Boston Red Sox? Them sluggernaut Boston Red Sox. Them punch you in the muggernaut Boston Red Sox. Like my main man Jesse Jackson always says, “You must not surrender! We must never surrender! Keep hope alive. Keep hope alive! Keep hope alive!” That’s what these never say die Sox do. That’s what these punch you in your eye Sox do. They give us a reason to hope. They give us hope to carry on.
Hope is the feeling we get when what is wanted can be had, or that events will turn out for the best. Events turned out for the best last night. Last night, what was wanted, was had. Last night, Jonathan Van Every ‘s 10th-inning solo bomb, the first bomb of his major-league career, gave the Red Sox a 6-5 win in Cleveland. Hooray! Hooray Red Sox! Hooray Jonathan Van Every! Just so you know, not that you care, the last two players to hit their first big-league home run for the Red Sox and do so in extra innings were Mike Greenwell and Wade Boggs.
What you should know about, what you should care about, is this: Boston overcame a 5-0 deficit in their over the Tribe. You should know it was the Red Sox’ third win this season in a game in which they trailed by five-or-more runs. You should care the twenty-nine other major-league teams combined have only four such wins this season. You should know and care that the 1998 Giants were the only other team in MLB history with three five-run (or greater) comeback wins before the end of April in one season. That’s hope.
Moonlight Graham once said, “This is my most special place in all the world, Ray. Once a place touches you like this, the wind never blows so cold again. You feel for it, like it was your child.” That’s how I’m feeling right now. That’s how I was feeling back in 2004 when Joe Buck said, “Ortiz fights it off, center field! Damon running to the plate… and he can keep on running to New York. Game 6 tomorrow night.” That’s how I was feeling two years ago when your Curly Headed Girlfriend wrote, “Football, basketball, and hockey will have to wait. Cancel that weekend foliage tour of North Conway and don’t lower the storm windows just yet.” And what a feeling it is.
Peace out homies. Six two and Even!