Friday, October 17, 2008

From Winston Churchill...

Last night was the greatest single game comeback in postseason history by a team facing elimination.

Down 7-0 with seven outs to go in the season. And the Red Sox won. I still can't believe it.

Even the immortal British prime minister, who probably knew nothing about baseball, would have been proud.

Go get 'em, Commander Kick Ass...


Steel36 said...

Q, I suppose if I had called you earlier this morning you would have had one wicked hangover!!

Hearing Chip Carey give mad love to The FLA will sound lovely tomorrow night! That boy is giving serious tongue....Emotion is the guide. There is no logical reason it happened. Remember that warm feeling as the nights grow long and cold.

Is it a guarantee that Game 6 will be a success in Sox Land? no way...but the boys got off the mat and showed that reserve. Adversity does not build character,it reveals character.

For the majority of my life, the Red Sox were never in the clutch. Now all the Sox are is clutch.

Best of luck boys-you need it BELIEVE!!

BTW-no Skip for me tomorrow night. I grew listening to Jon Miller on the radio. He is still excellent.

Oh and I knew that guy's name! But some Vulcan wiped my memory before I could think of it!

The Omnipotent Q said...

Caray is simply unlistenable. I would take Jon Miller over him and his TB pom-poms anyday.

You're right that there are no guarantees about Game 6, but the Red Sox got their dignity back, and then some.

It was a game for the ages, no matter what happens afterwards.

No hangovers yet, Steel. Perhaps if the Sox get to the Series...