Going from Saturday’s rout and then through three games that were decided one at a time by the final pitch, last night felt like we were watching the battle for Berlin in 1945. Though the Yankees were still dangerous, they seemed to have been overtaken by the attrition suffered in the previous engagements. I won’t carry the analogy too far because even though A-Rod’s stunt may be one of the poorest displays of sportsmanship I’ve seen, I don’t believe that the Yankees are evil megalomaniacs bent on creating a world empire. Let’s just say that they looked like they had been beaten long before the game was over ("Who’s your daddy?" inning notwithstanding...)
But you know? All things considered, having the Sox in the series finally is a pretty heady thing. To get where they are, they played like champions, and I will not begrudge the time I spent watching them get here.
Oh! David Ortiz impressed the hell out of me, not only for his performance, but for the incredibly predatory look he had every single time he stepped up to the plate. Would that I could channel that kind of intensity so well.