Since the Mets crashed and burned, and I
declared my fealty to Red Sox Nation, at least for the duration of this post-season, the lads from Beantown made short work of
Los Angeles de Anaheim, but now seem to have hit a speed bump in Cleveland.
My sweetie, a lifelong Fenway fanatic, was actually pleased by their loss on Saturday. She says that it's always better for them to lose early in a season or series; if they start too strong, they inevitably fade at the end. Last night she was less complacent. Tonight, I'm praying for an early Sox lead, followed by a swarm of gnats.
Update: Rats! No gnats. No early score by Sox (but plenty by Tribe). All I can do is force myself to think, "Remember the 2004 ALCS, down 0-3 ... ."