*Picture from the Boston Globe*
One life You got to do what you should
One life With each other
But we're not the same
We get to Carry each other
Carry each other" (courtesy of U2)
One game. After a long off season spent wishing things would have gone differently in '05, chasing Daisuke over the off season, and the JD Drew saga, we can see the light at the end of the tunnel.
After wondering who our closer would be for most of the Spring, then screaming for joy when Papelbon went to Tito and said he wanted the ball in the ninth, it's almost over.
After 160 games and nearly 6 months of every day baseball, the post season is upon us: and all we need is one. One game, either a Sox win or a Yankees loss, and for the first time in 12 years, the Red Sox will be the AL East Champions. As I type this, it's 9-6 Yankees over Baltimore in the bottom of the ninth, so it looks like we may have to wait until tomorrow for the celebration.
If we do, it's all right with me: because Tim Wakefield takes the mound for the Sox on Saturday. And I can't think of a scene with more poetic justice than Timmeh getting the division clinching win: this is a guy who has been here since the last time the Sox won the division in 1995. Who has done anything the club has asked of him: starting, closing, long relief in the 'pen, whatever.
Carry us into October Wake.
How epic would that be?
NOTE: I'M an idiot: the Sox clinch the AL East, thanks to a bunt by Melvin Mora. Melvin, if I ever have another son, he'll be named after you. What a night: for the first time since 1995, the Red Sox are the AL East Champions. I. Am. Spent.