I’m back from game 6, and it was great. The fans were electric from pitch one. They jumped on Carmona’s troubles right away. I’ve never chanted “Faust-oooo” before, but it felt good. I’ll do it again. I didn’t pick J. D. Drew as the hero, but I’ll take it.
Game 7 tomorrow. I like the momentum, and I think we’ll get it done.
Memo for the two people I saw waving socks during the game: we’re smarter than that, thanks. Socks don’t make noise. Clap your hands. Leave the “terrible towels” to people who are dumb enough to think towels make noise.
Don’t feel nearly as confident with Daisuke as with Beckett and Schilling, but I’ll take playing at home staff against staff – Beckett, Okajima and Papelbon in the pen superior to C. and C. music factory (obesity), Betancourt (steroids) and Borowski (incompetence). There’s only one October, Dan. Was that you making an appearance in the SG mailbag?
As for Charley Murphy – why don’t you and Prince play some basketball.
Wasn’t me in the SG.
There is only one Wednesday.
Well, I guess there is more than one. But you know what I mean.