im not braggin. i promise. but everytime i turn on the tv to watch the Red Sox-Angels series, the Sox score runs.
i turned on a bit late on tuesday because i thought they were playing later. the top of the 3rd inning was ending, and i watched Schilling handled the bottom half beautifully. And then came the 7 run top of the 4th. Thats the ballgame... Sox win 9-3.
wednesday night, i spent making cookies... i know, a(n) horrendous excuse, but its the truth. i was, tho, checking the score online periodically. finally when i'm almost finished with the (mighty delish, i should say) cookies, ESPN said it was top of the ninth, 4-3 Sox. my thinking was: wait till the bottom half, Foulke holds the 4-3 lead, sox go back to Boston up 2-0 in a best of 5. what more could i ask for?
So i go turn on the TV and the Sox aren't up 4-3... they're up 5-3. Orlando Cabrerra is up. there are 2 outs, but the bases are loaded. And what happens? He clears the bases with a triple in between left and center field. 8-3. Foulke's arm would have had to pull an "Idol Hands" and started killing people (never saw the movie, so i dont know if thats what happens, but im sticking with the comparison) for the Angels to have had a glimmer of a chance to just THINK that they could make up the 5 runs. ahhh nice... nice i tell you?
No comments:
Post a Comment