First great game last night (Game 6). Props to the Red Sox for doing what no team has ever done before - come back from 0-3 to force a Game 7. It was the first baseball game I have watched all year. Very enjoyable. I always think at this time of year - "Why don't I watch more baseball"? I like sports but then I always realize why. It is called April through August. I am a busy American. I want stuff to matter and baseball's season is way too long and has waaaaay to many games. Give me a 30 game season with some playoffs and I am a fan. The NBA has same issue - who gives a crap in November - March. But I digress. Tonights Game 7 will go down in history no matter how is turns out. Sox win, beat the hated Yankees, go to the World Series blah, blah, blah. No the real story/fun will be in seeing in what magical, mystical, Dickensien way that some oddball thing dashes the Sox fans hopes for year 86 and counting. I thought we had three last night that the gods sent - the slower roller to third that should have been an easy out, the non-called Home Run and the A-Rod Chop. Just think, absent the advent of the Ump Conference Committee two of those three would have robbed the Sox of a run and given the Yankees a run. Make no mistake - I am rooting for the Red Sox because I hate the Yankees but the emotional pain of what the cosmos will inevitably reek tonight is not to be missed. My prediction is Bill Simmons, The Sports Guy goes permanently insane sometime around midnight.
Or, I could be wrong.