Turn out the lights. The party is officially over for the MFY's.
Paul Byrd, Jason Bay, and The Munchkin made it official tonight. And if the 11-3 win isn't enough to convince you, the shots of Hank Steinbrenner looking like he'd rather be getting a prostate exam than watching the game should be.
'Course they probably knew it beforehand; when Sidney Freaking Ponson is your greatest hope, you're pretty much scraping the bottom of the barrel anyway. Tonight in the Bronx, the Red Sox sent a big time message not only to the Yankees but to the rest of the contenders in the AL East.
Screw Manny, screw logic, and screw all the prognosticators who wrote the boys off for dead when they traded Manny to LA. This team can still hit, pitch, field, and flip the bird to the rest of the league with the best of 'em; 2 World championships in 4 years will do that for you.
So Joe Maddon, his hipster eye wear, and the rest of the Rays best take notice; the season ain't over, not by a long shot. And as long as the schedule says there are games to play, this team isn't conceding anything. Unless I'm mistaken, the Rays haven't played a meaningful game in September since, well, never.
Fenway Park in the stretch run is just a TAD bit different than in June; something tells me those boys will find that out pretty quick next month. We just went into Yankee stadium and
treated the GREAT NEW YORK YANKEES like the Jr. Varsity team at Podunk High.
I couldn't be happier if I'd hit the Lotto, won season tickets to Fenway Park, and found out Rakes was getting a full scholarship to Harvard.
If the Sox sweep the Yankees tomorrow in the final series between the two at Yankee Stadium?
You'll need an idustrial grade sander and some SERIOUS sandpaper to wipe the smile off my face.