Being swept in a five-game series at home. Ouch.
While the game last night–late last night–was one of those epic thrillers worthy of baseball’s greatest rivalry, the rest of the series was just pathetic.
And as much as I was on the side of the Red Sox in the series just mercifully concluded, looking ahead, I say to their next opponent, treat ‘em like just another sinking ship, and kick’em when they’re down.
But, Buck(y) up, Red Sox Nation. Twenty eight years ago, the last Boston Massacre eliminated what had once been a 14-game lead. Much worse than this year, when you went into this series already (close) behind. And, still, 28 years ago, you fought all the way back to a tie on the season’s final day.
And to think that I thought 2004 had put an end to all that Bambino/Bucky (F.)/Boone stuff.