So in my world the Red Sox do beat the Yankees and get to the World Series. They got there when I was 23 and when I was 12. Last time when the Mets beat them there was the Gary Carter consolation, the slight measure of a victoy for the Expos. Since then, however, it seems that every winnign team must have the hand of Filipe Alou or perhaps a whisp of a steamé hovering over it - with Francona, Pedro and Orlando, this years Sox are no different. I woke up this morning right after dreaming of calling Chicken out east, a congenital Red Sox fan, apologizing for forgetting the time delay. He said it was ok.

Putting Pedro in in the 7th was either a masterstroke of a head game or the biggest placation of a fading star I have ever witnessed. I think it was the first. I think they wanted to crush the Yankees, let them know we can give you a couple of measley runs because there is high 90s heat to get you out anyway. That won't happen in the World Series. Please no. You should only wake up Nils's house once a fall, Mr. God and your Red Sox interests.