I knew tonight was in the bag precisely when Rocky Cherry came into the game. Seriously; your name is Rocky Freaking Cherry and you're pitching in a Major League game? You might as well go by Buck Naked and be in the porn industry.
Tek and Jason Bay go yard (Twice for Bay), Lester is channeling Curt Schilling circa 2004 and the Red Sox shake off the suck from yesterdays 15-4 beat down by the Blue Jays and beat the O's 6-3.
All of a sudden I'm not scoreboard watching and freaking out if the Rays actually win. I STILL think they hit a speed bump in the road on the way to the playoffs; Cinderella always loses her glass slipper, no matter how many times you read the story. Maddon and the Rays have been living on borrowed time all year; something tells me it'll catch up to them sooner or later.
In the meantime, I know there is a God. 'Cause there is no way I'd have gone through the nonsense with Rakes this afternoon I went through without the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow being a Red Sox victory.
Daisuke tomorrow and hopefully Rakes will be civil.
Or else all that money I spent on tranquilizers will have just gone down the drain.