Posts Tagged ‘2008 ALCS’
We put our faith in Crabcakes! Photo by Doug Benc/Getty Imagess
Mine will be one of, oh, probably 1000 live blogs of Game 7 tonight. I’m not live blogging for traffic, though. I’m live blogging because the universe compels me to. It worked in Game 5, it worked for Game 6 and I’m hoping it works for Game 7.
In any event, I’m here. And here for the long haul. Win or lose, I’m sticking with them. It’s the least I can do.
I have a good feeling about the team and especially Crabcakes tonight. The Red Sox aren’t ready to call it a season.
Join me for the live blog, won’t you? 8:00pm EST. Even if TBS screws it up again! 
Okay, not all of you, but the lot of you who were just on the news (and the ones who weren’t on the news but are in this group) planning to “riot” if the Sox win tonight.
You people aren’t fans. You people couldn’t care less about the Red Sox. You people just are looking for a reason to go crazy and do some damage.
Do me a favor, any of you who plan on rioting to celebrate a Red Sox win, get bent. Drop off the face of the earth. Do anything that will make you no longer part of civilization because we’ll all be better for it.
Beckett, Okajima, Masterson, Papelbon…holy hell did they come up big.
And the Captain gets the game-winning home run – this is as things should be.
I’m absolutely out of my mind right now. The Sox have forced a Game 7. After being down 7-0 into the 7th inning of elimination Game 5. Can you wrap your mind around that? I sure as hell can!
A quick shout out to the folks who visited the live blog tonight. Y’all brought the good vibes! Thanks for coming by!
Get to sleep, Nation. We get to do this all over again Sunday night!
I wasn’t kidding either…keeping the mojo going…I’m live-blogging Game 7. Be there. Aloha.
Beckett will lead the way - Photo by Steve Nesius/AP
It’s 7:42pm. I swear I’m bouncing off the walls. See, on Thursday I was calm. Whatever happened, happened.
Now I’m a bit of a mess…in a totally wonderful and happy way though. 
This is going to be a great game. I can’t wait for it to begin. And just like Thursday, I’m in for the long haul. I want them to win and I believe they can. But if they don’t, I’ll be here for their send-off.
But I don’t see that happening tonight. Tonight we’re going to have a reason to celebrate. Join me in a few, huh?
7:57 – TBS’ feed is totally screwed. They’re showing “Bloopers and Practical Jokes”. NESN is covering freaking hockey. I think my head is going to explode right now.
8:01 – This is hell. We’re in hell.
8:04 – Dick Clark says good bye. We best be seeing Buck freaking Martinez now.
8:05 – No Buck. Steve Harvey. I have the WEEI feed on my computer right now so I can live blog off the radio. It’s different, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
And because of this faith (and because it worked well the last time!), I’m going to live-blog tonight’s game.
I really believe Beckett et al will be able to come through and be victorious and I want to mark it here. Even if they don’t, though, I want to show my support in some way. Live-blogging will at least show that I’m sticking with the team to the very end.
So, if you don’t want to listen to Chip Caray begging Evan Longoria to go out with him, or if you just want to stare at the computer for a little while instead of 20,000 blue mohawks, join me, won’t you?
Edited to add: I keep forgetting I need to pimp myself for this blogger contest! So, if you haven’t yet, I’d love it if you’d go here and vote for me for WEEI’s “Next Great Sports Blogger”!. Thanks so much!
Still Celebrating! Photo by Jim Rogash/Getty Images
NOTE FROM CYN: Along with many others I know, Tru was at Fenway for Game 5. He sent me this yesterday, and my slow butt just got around to posting it. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
Like so many others this morning, I’m exhausted.
There is a sense of redemption that the Red Sox gave all of us last night. But the truth of last night’s game forced me into a direction that I did not want to go. I kept thinking and wrote the Beazer (Note from Cyn: I be Beazer!) that these guys are so much better than what we’d been seeing the last three games.
The feeling was severe disappointment. I had already begun rationalizing our certain exit from the ALCS. I texted these thoughts to Cyn, as the lead was now 5 – 0, and the Sox bats looking every bit dead as the previous two game. I was disheartened, feeling that the timing of the slump was simply awful. I had to check myself, because while it’s clearly true the Sox have been bad in the ALCS, it must also be said that the Rays are a very good team. It is the fragile see-saw of acknowledging the better team, while trying hard not to make excuses for yours. I was guilty of feeling the Sox were toast, and the thought of the Rays celebrating on our field left me empty, and frankly somewhat upset. I had to stay, and was not leaving, no matter how bad things looked.
