Sox Stink, On the Brink
I guess Tim Wakefield didn’t really pitch that bad last night. If he hadn’t tipped that one ball back to the mound, Pedroia would have turned the double play and the Sox would have been out of the 5th giving up only 1 run instead of 7. Just a little bad luck. It’s like when my human is eating a handful of Goldfish crackers and he drops one and it happens to bounce under the stove, robbing me of delicious cheese crunchiness in my mouth. Inches away from feasting. Someday I will move that stove and feast on the treasures beneath.
Anyway, my fellow Texan Josh Beckett will definitely get it done in Game 5 since he is clutch and Cowboys always beat Indians. After that, I don’t know. I say we pitch Beckett on 1 day rest in Game 6 and then probably go with Beckett on 0 days rest in Game 7. Makes sense to me. Either that or we pick up Kevin Millar, have him get his hands all greased up in a bucket of chicken wings, and put him out on the mound. Then we take out Crisp and put in Mike Timlin in center with a shotgun and he can shoot down anything that looks like it’s going to be a homer like he shoots skeet. Extreme situations always call for extreme amounts of chicken wings.