This morning I came into work, sought out my Rays-loving coworker and admitted defeat. “Well, you won.” I told him. “What?” He asked, “You turned off the game didn’t you?”
In fact, I did turn off the game. When Jonathan Papelbon came in for the 7th inning, and promptly let up a double to BJ Upton to make the game 7-0, I turned the TV off. I was disguisted. My team didn’t even care. They lacked that excitement, that character from previous years. Jason Bay has been a decent fill-in, but I missed Manny Ramirez. It was kind of hard watching him post an OPS of 1.700 this playoffs. Especially when Boston couldn’t seem to buy a run.
After I turned the television off and sulked off to bed for the first time before 10pm in my new apartment, JD Drew brought the magic. With a three run home run and game winning hit, he set a new fire in the hearts of the Red Sox. He was the catalyst for the greatest postseason comeback in 79 years. Even if we don’t end up winning the series, after all, we are still pretty banged up, at least we went down with a fight. Game on.
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I was watching that game. I was thinking to myself, “JD is probably thrilled right now!”
Way to give up on your team, fairweather fan.
Up to that point, the last three games had been so depressing, I feel no shame in admitting that I turned the game off. In fact, the Sox biggest fan, Bill Simmons, even said in his ESPN blog that he meant to turn the game off, but hadn’t gotten around to it when the comeback started.