On the surface, this looks like a normal, happy child. What if I told you he had his crash helmet on while he's pushing this huge yellow and orange car as fast as he can toward his older brother in an attempt to separate him from his bicycle?
Did I mention Rakes JUST learned how to ride his bike without training wheels? So he's trying to keep his balance, pedal as fast as his little legs can go, watch out for mailboxes, curbs, and oncoming traffic while a demented midget with a BRATZ helmet, a grin usually seen on mental patients, and screaming gibberish pushing an over sized tonka toy tries to hip check him into the neighbor's driveway.
As I watched my boys try to maim each other before supper, I tried to keep my mind off Beckett and his Game 6 start. I was worried about his health, our bats, and those idiotic cowbells at Tropicana Field. Turns out I never should have questioned my team.
Beckett wasn't filthy, but he was good enough. The bullpen Pirates known as Okajima, Masterson, and Pap were out of this world, and it turns out The Captain isn't dead yet. So it's on to Game 7 tonight with Jon Lester on the bump. I guess it's appropriate; he's been our horse all year long. So let it come down to him vs Matt Garza.
It all comes down to 1 final game against the Rays to see who goes to the World Series. After 6 months of fighting for first place in the AL East and fighting on the field at Fenway Park, it's time for the Sox to take some advice from Andy Dufresne.