who needs sleep?
the question circulating the office this week revolves around this:
would you want to see the red sox beat the yankees and then lose the world series?
or
would you want the red sox to beat the twins and win the world series?
lets think for a second:
we started this yankees series with schilling on the mound, our ace, a guaranteed win. 21 wins this season, the most in all of baseball, no way he could lose. but he did, giving up 6 or 8 or 50 runs in like 2 innings.
then we put pedro on the mound for game two. nobody comes close in comparison to pedro. sure he doesn’t have the best record against the yankees, but after plenty of rest he always throws perfect. this was a sure thing. but it wasn’t.
our one-two punch failed. then we get the fuck kicked out of us when we travel back to fenway. this puts us down 3 games to nil. in our own park. after a day of rest. no way is this happening. impossible odds have been realized. fucked, we are.
but papi saves us in game 4. we were just a few outs away from a sweep. but no, after stringing us along for a million innings we come out with a win. we had waited soooooo long for the sweet taste of victory. hell, we had waited so long for a lead in just one game. down 3 games to 1.
but papi saves us yet again in game 5. as if the night before wasn’t enough he did it again, after 14 innings and 6 hours of baseball. down 3 games to 2. you can smell the hope.
then we beg and plead for schilling to come back and pitch for us in yankees stadium for game 6. we need him to pitch, we don’t have anyone else. he’s got a bloody and broken foot but he gets up on the mound anyway and throws for 7 innings and allows just one run. we’re in the 9th inning and we’ve got a lead and we’ve been here before. nobody has come back from a 3 games to nothing deficit to play a game 7. duh, this is the red sox we’re talking about, anything can happen. and it did. we won. somehow.
so now we go to game 7 in yankees stadium tonight, trying to make it 4 wins in a row. and if you told me saturday night after we got pounded that i would be watching a game 7 i’d say you’re crazy. we face the yankees that we hate, in the stadium that we hate, with the fans that we hate. the most important game of the season came to us on sunday, monday, tuesday, and now it lands on wednesday.
biggest rivalry in all of sports. and now you ask if i’d rather they play the twins? the fucking twins?! i don’t give a fuck about a world series. give me a game 7 against the yankees - win or lose, and i’m more excited than a world series title through the twins.
last year supposedly the red sox/yankees series was the best series in the history of baseball. how is it that we repeat this just one year later?
facing impossible odds, pretty-boy cheaters, retarded fans, we play a game 7.
quite simply, the greatest rivalry in all of sports.
would you want to see the red sox beat the yankees and then lose the world series?
or
would you want the red sox to beat the twins and win the world series?
lets think for a second:
we started this yankees series with schilling on the mound, our ace, a guaranteed win. 21 wins this season, the most in all of baseball, no way he could lose. but he did, giving up 6 or 8 or 50 runs in like 2 innings.
then we put pedro on the mound for game two. nobody comes close in comparison to pedro. sure he doesn’t have the best record against the yankees, but after plenty of rest he always throws perfect. this was a sure thing. but it wasn’t.
our one-two punch failed. then we get the fuck kicked out of us when we travel back to fenway. this puts us down 3 games to nil. in our own park. after a day of rest. no way is this happening. impossible odds have been realized. fucked, we are.
but papi saves us in game 4. we were just a few outs away from a sweep. but no, after stringing us along for a million innings we come out with a win. we had waited soooooo long for the sweet taste of victory. hell, we had waited so long for a lead in just one game. down 3 games to 1.
but papi saves us yet again in game 5. as if the night before wasn’t enough he did it again, after 14 innings and 6 hours of baseball. down 3 games to 2. you can smell the hope.
then we beg and plead for schilling to come back and pitch for us in yankees stadium for game 6. we need him to pitch, we don’t have anyone else. he’s got a bloody and broken foot but he gets up on the mound anyway and throws for 7 innings and allows just one run. we’re in the 9th inning and we’ve got a lead and we’ve been here before. nobody has come back from a 3 games to nothing deficit to play a game 7. duh, this is the red sox we’re talking about, anything can happen. and it did. we won. somehow.
so now we go to game 7 in yankees stadium tonight, trying to make it 4 wins in a row. and if you told me saturday night after we got pounded that i would be watching a game 7 i’d say you’re crazy. we face the yankees that we hate, in the stadium that we hate, with the fans that we hate. the most important game of the season came to us on sunday, monday, tuesday, and now it lands on wednesday.
biggest rivalry in all of sports. and now you ask if i’d rather they play the twins? the fucking twins?! i don’t give a fuck about a world series. give me a game 7 against the yankees - win or lose, and i’m more excited than a world series title through the twins.
last year supposedly the red sox/yankees series was the best series in the history of baseball. how is it that we repeat this just one year later?
facing impossible odds, pretty-boy cheaters, retarded fans, we play a game 7.
quite simply, the greatest rivalry in all of sports.
thrown together by raz at 8:02 AM
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