Tonight at Fenway Park, we may be witnessing the end of an era.
Trot Nixon, long gone from the Red Sox, but since I named my son after him he's never more than a few rooms away from my heart threw out the first pitch.
The guy who caught it? Only the best catcher to ever don the Red Sox uni this side of Pudge Fisk and who quite possibly won't be brought back next year.
And the starting pitcher? Tim Wakefield, who is 42 years old and just got rocked with 3 HR's and 5 runs in his 2+ innings of work tonight. I have no idea what Theo and the front office is thinking in regards to Wake; that restraining order I got back in the spring sure isn't helping matters. Who knew the guy would be that sensitive? I mean c'mon; I don't think anything I said deserved me going through a mental evaluation and 36 hours of "observation".
Whatever. It's the top of the 6th, the Sox are losing 6-1 and are staring at being down 3-1 in the series. You know what that means, right?
We've got 'em right where we want 'em.
Ask the MFY's how it felt to be up 3-0 in 2004. Better yet, ask the Indians how it felt to have a 3-1 lead only to watch Papelbon dancing around the infield in his underwear with a 12 pack box on his head at the end.
I don't know if it was Casey Stengal, Yogi Berra, or Benny Hill who said it first, but the phrase "It ain't over till it's over" keeps banging around inside my head. Plus the fact that Chip Carey needs to learn some freaking humility and some respect for the defending World Champions. Plus it gives him a chance to hit the barbershop and have those caterpillars trimmed off the top of his eyeballs. Does the dude not have a mirror in his house?
For now, I'm headed to the garage and the relative safety of the car. On the downside it's not air conditioned, I can hardly open my door due to all the toys along the wall, and there is no television.
Positves? No television. Which means Chip, Buck, Ron, Pip, Alvin, and Pauley Shore (I'm not positive, but I think he's working the TBS pre-game show) are nowhere to be found. I just need to accept the fact that October baseball, in particular the ALCS is a test of my faith about the Red Sox.
2004 and 2007 say Keep the Fair.
So I will.
See you Thursday night, Tampa.
Do you believe in ghosts?