I told you that Mark Kotsay was a Hero in the Making. (AP Photo)
In the great words of the Immortal Kevin Garnett:
“ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE!!!”
As I rode the subway into work today there was an eerie calm about almost everything around me. It was as if the city of Boston had its volume turned down while laying in a familiar, yet equally strange haze of having too many spirits the night before, and expending too much energy and hope on the local nine. The T drivers were quiet & nice. Fellow riders were cordial & kind. And in this early morning state of shock & bliss it was as if the T was gliding on something other then tracks while pulling into Park Street Station. It’s almost as if you could tilt your head slightly, and while listening closely, hear Paul Revere scream.
“The Red Sox won! The Red Sox won! The Red Sox won.”
There’s no need for me to look at a box score to recount last nights game, it’s already emblazed upon my memory banks for a lifetime. This is one of those all-time great games that I will never forget. The only other Game that I can possibly compare this to is Game 4 of the 2004 ALCS. And you know what else this was?
our Rocky moment. This was the point in the movie where Clubber Lang is
drooling and screaming all over our beaten and bruised corpse. This is the part
were plenty last night for sure. But it all started with the lifeblood of this
Boston Red Sox team in Mr. Dustin “Frodo” Pedroia. The Red Sox were down 7-0 in
the seventh, with two outs and two strikes, when our scrappy MVP kept hope
alive and passed the torch along to the Ghost of Big Papi. David’s blast was
vintage, and is another in a long list for him; while suddenly all playoff woes
of his are now distant and setting with the sun. Coco Crisp’s at-bat may have
been the best at bat I’ve seen…..well………ever. Talk about an Odyssey, his
journey during that 10 pitch epic would make Homer proud. Then there’s Johhny
Paps whose heroic innings kept hope alive, and by the power vested in Mark
Kotsay and J.D. Drew, puff, bam, boom. Fenway Park is once again turned into Oz, where reality is just a word.
Game 6. Saturday night, featuring Josh Beckett. Get your popcorn ready, because remember, anything is possible.
27 outs left, lets be smart with them.