8 innings. 1 ER. 7 K's. All by Josh Beckett.
On most nights, this would be all I needed to know that the Sox had won and I'd be looking at the potential lineups for tomorrow.
Tonight? It meant zip. Beckett and the Sox lose 2-1 and I'm looking for a win tomorrow by Wake and a vise I can strap my gibleys to for tonight. 'Cause that CAN'T hurt worse than the punch to the gut I felt when Dionner Navarro hit that ball in the bottom of the ninth.
This is October and these are the Tampa Bay Rays; they should be getting ready for an off-season filled with washing their cars and getting ready for next year, not fighting it out with the Red Sox for the AL East crown.
Yet here they are doing just that and here I am praying for a meteor to take out Tropicana Field tomorrow night; just once, I'd like an end of the year that didn't have me fighting off a bleeding ulcer and scouring the black market for mind altering drugs.
Maybe next year; 'cause it looks like the 2008 season is going down to the wire.
I just hope I can make it to the end of the ride.
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