I'm in full wingnut mode after last night's win. I'm channeling Malkin, Pam, Coulter, Reynolds, Bill-o, Goldstein....all those fuckers. Someone sedate me.
It's Tribe Time now?
You were lucky to win games three and four. You were soundly beaten in games five and six. And the Sox were the lucky ones in game seven.
I admit it. The Sox were lucky in the final game. How else do you explain a victory by a team that hit into three double-plays last night? How else do you explain Kenny Lofton getting a green light, and then a red light at third base? How about the major outfield blunder by Julio Lugo? Or Kenny Lofton being called out at second when the replay showed he was safe? The baseball gods shut the door on Cleveland last night after the 6th inning.
The curse of Kenny Lofton continues. Thank goodness.
OK. I'm done with ya. Now go home and wipe away your tears with those free towels that you got at The Jake. And enjoy your winter by the lake. You are now officially the chokers of the American League. Not us. You.
ALCS Game 7
Red Sox 11, Indians 2
Here's another guy who needs to go away...Harold Reynolds. I'm like George W. Bush. I want my team surrounded by fawning journalists. Haters need to go!
Just another Irish-American Boston cop who now smels of booze.
Leaving the American League trophy on the mound? That's almost...tribal. Nice way to show off what was won in this war.