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| RANTING AND RAVING | by Elliott Kim |
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October 9, 1999 |
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"May the Curse of the Bambino Be With You" This is it, Red Sox fans. It all comes down to today's game, and frankly, it ain't looking good. I had high hopes before this series started. Like many other delusional Red Sox fans, I thought that this might have been the year in which the Olde Towne Team finally went to World Series. The BoSox drew Cleveland in the first round. In the past five or six years, Chief Wahoo and his Tribe owned the Red Sox: swept out of the playoffs in '95…ousted in four games in '98. But this year was different. The Red Sox went 8-4 against the Indians in the regular season, even sweeping them in Cleveland during one series. Yeah, they had a stacked batting lineup, one of the most powerful in history. They had good, though not spectacular, pitching. But we had Pedro Martinez, the best fucking pitcher in the game today coming off a record year. We had Nomar Garciaparra, arguably the best shortstop in baseball, unquestionably the heart of the team. We had a great mix of team players who knew their role and played with heart (cliché alert). But then the Curse happened. During the first half of Game 1, the Sox were playing well. Well enough for a 2-0 lead, anyway. Pedro was pitching excellently, as he has done all season. Granted, only Garciaparra and Mike Stanley were producing any offense, but who needs offense when Pedro's on the mound? Then at the end of the fourth inning, it all went to shit. Pedro was inexplicably pulled from the game and Derek Lowe began warming up in the bullpen, much to the delight of those idiot Cleveland fans. They knew something was up, and we knew something was up. And let me tell ya, it sure as hell wasn't our chances in the playoffs. Turns out Pedro pulled a muscle in his back. He would not return that evening. Fluke fucking accident. The Curse of the Bambino. I used to think that the Curse left after the whole Buckner incident. It couldn't get any worse than that, right? But folks, the Curse is in full effect. Witness John Valentin's idiotic error in the fifth inning that cost the Red Sox their lead, and ultimately, the game. Derek Lowe, who pitched a helluva game, hit his last batter. Then Rich Garces walks the next batter on four fucking pitches. Soon to follow was a single by Travis Fryman, and, hey folks, stick a fork in him. He's done. And so are their chances for championship gold. Fuck you, Babe Ruth. |
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