Imagine: last Friday, I thought the playoffs were getting boring. 2-0 leads in both series, no reason to think that either underdog had much of a chance. When driving to the restaurant on Saturday, the Red Sox had taken a lead, so I was starting to perk up, but by the time the meal was over, they’d given up 13 runs, with more to come. (The dinner was at the excellent Shiki Sushi, which we went to for the first time. I’m not sure the sushi is quite as good as that at Sushitomi, but that’s a very high standard, and the non-sushi parts of the menu are much more varied. With monthly specials that, this month, included three matsutake mushroom specials and a monkfish liver special. Very friendly staff, nice ambience. It won’t replace Sushitomi as our Japanese restaurant of choice, but if they were both equally far away from our house, we’d probably go to both equally often.)
And then Sunday looked like more of the same – the Red Sox took a lead, the Yankees took the lead back, and that was that. Except it wasn’t that – the Red Sox tied it against Rivera in the ninth, and won in the twelfth. But I still wasn’t convinced; at work on Monday, I saw (well, “saw” – I just was watching icons on a Java applet) the Red Sox take the lead, I saw the Red Sox lose the lead, I thought it was probably over. But then, just as I was leaving work, the Red Sox tied it up; by this time, I was starting to learn my lesson, and was looking forward to listening to them win on my ride home.
The game did not, however, finish on my ride home, or even two hours after my ride home. I won’t go through the blow-by-blow, except to say that Tim Wakefield is one of my favorite Red Sox. The thing is, though, that apparently wasn’t even the best game played yesterday – by all accounts, the Astros / Cardinals game, which basically started and finished while the Red Sox and Yankees were in extra innings, was an absolute classic. Great pitching, of course, great defense (I had no idea Carlos Beltran was such a good fielder), and as dramatic a finish as one could hope for.
And, as I type this, the Red Sox just forced game 7. I never ever expected Curt Shilling to appear again in the postseason; and what an appearance! Nice to see the umps get calls right, too – I actually kind of expected them to get the home run call right, but I’m really impressed that they got the other play right, where Alex Rodriguez knocked the ball out of Arroyo’s hand. I can’t wait until tomorrow…
Side note: I’m really glad baseball switched to an unbalanced schedule last year. The AL West ended in as exciting a manner as possible, with Texas, Anaheim, and Oakland slugging it out (though I would have preferred a different outcome, of course), and, as I learned on the radio today, the Red Sox and Yankees’ game today was their 51st meeting in the last two years. (Splitting the previous fifty meetings equally.) That’s the way it should be.
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