The Sox have certainly looked good the last few weeks, against weak opponents though (Detroit, Toronto, Chicago). Also, Francona must have gotten some letters threatening assassination if he ever does something as idiotic as playing Mientkewicz at second again. Sveum is still getting guys thrown out at home as much as ever, but the team is surviving it.
We won’t know until the Anaheim-Oakland-Texas stretch is over if the remodeled Sox are better than I thought during the slough of despair in which I wrote the OP, and the Yankees’ entire rotation cannot forever continue this spell of historic suckitude, either.
(Possibly) interesting story: My husband’s birthday was Saturday 8/28, and for his birthday I sat on hold for 6 hours back in February so I could get him Sox tickets. We went to the Thursday 8/26 game against the Tigers. Great seats, too … but that is beside the point. I was holidng my breath while Arroyo pitched that game (which is not easy with a piehole full of fried dough). Made for some AWFULLY exciting baseball, let me tell you!
Aw, Casey, I’m touched :sniff: - actually, I’d like to see the team managed by the regulars on the WEEI Whiner Line, the radio highlight of my drive home from work, even after the lamented death of Butch from the Cape. Amazing how they’ve gone from asking “When is the manager going to be fired?” two weeks ago to “Who’s starting Game 3 in the playoffs?” yesterday. I love it.
While it is fun to see some anxiety in the Bronx, I think the Sox have about reached the apex of this run - or certainly will have by the time they hit the road against the West contenders. They are not going to win the division.
A telling comment was heard recently from one of the Sox players about their play picking up, when he said that this was what they lived for, the last six weeks of the season.
Trouble is, the Yankees play as though the entire season counts.
Red Sox fans need not worry, the Oakland Athletics are going to the World Series.
How do I know this? Because I will be completely booked for the month of October and unable to go to any playoff games. So, for the first time in five years I won’t be in the stands as they disappoint me.
Since I can’t go to the games, they’ll spite me by going all the way. For the sports gods hate me.