Tough game tonight in Cleveland. Down 4-0, Tek gave all of RSN hope with his 2 run shot to cut the lead in half, but it wasn't meant to be.
Going into tomorrow, the boys are down 2 games to 1, which makes one think I'd be raging against the machine right now.
However, Zen-like is the best description I can come up with for how I feel. I sort of thought all along that if we ended up facing Cleveland, it would be a battle. And if this thing doesn't go 7 games, you can knock me over with a feather. That is a good, solid team they have and it ain't gonna be easy.
Of course, nothing worth having ever is: and I'm not a doctor or a pitching coach, but Daisuke is flat worn out. All those innings in Japan + pitching every 5 days instead of 6 + him throwing 467 warm up pitches before the game = one dead, tired, arm.
Tomorrow night, Wake takes the mound. And other than Beckett, there is not one guy I'd rather have going out there. Timmeh's been there: he's seen the bad (Aaron F*****g Boone) and the good (2004 anyone?), so I gotta think he's up for the challenge. Besides, it's still only 2-1.
Now, if after tomorrow night it's 3-1, I may start freaking just a bit.
Here's to that not happening.
I believe. I believe in the knuckle ball.
I believe in Wake.
Oh Hey Friday: January 30, 2015
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