Ulcer, Part I

I was ready to go home. It was 8-0 Yankees in the sixth inning and I was ready to go home and get some sleep, since this game wasn't going anywhere. If Laurie hadn't been there I would've just called it a night around the same time Scott did. He left during the commercial break following the 6th, despite Erin nudging him to stick around for the top of the 7th. The only thing keeping me from bugging Laurie to get out of there was waiting for somebody to break up Mussina's perfect game.

In the end it didn't really matter that I stayed, because the Red Sox' rally fell short as they came up on the short end of a 10-7 game last night. It doesn't look so good this morning with Curt saying he might not be ready to pitch again in Game 5. The local media goons are once again rolling out the "Who's your daddy?" nonsense with Pedro and the Yankees. I'm sure the Stadium will be an absolute nuthouse tonight. And I certainly don't want the Sox slumping back to Boston in an 0-2 hole.

But I'm not panicked yet. There is something different about this team. Their Ace was hurting last night and it looked like a blowout to open the series, but they didn't give up. They made it a helluva game in the end and although that counts for nothing when they tally up the wins and losses, it makes me believe that they won't roll over just yet.

Back when people were debating the postseason roster, the Sports Guy talked about how Sox fans keep hoping the old Pedro would come back this year. He didn't quite show up against the Angles (although he was solid) but I still haven't given up hope that we're going to see him come out tonight and dominate. Gotta have faith, right?