The Mythic Dice-K of our dreams has suddenly taken hold. (SawxBlog Illustration)
Is this all too good to be true? Am I in need of a firm pinch? Could Dice-K be a Phoenix rising out of the disappointment ashes - spreading his wings and pitching in a triumphant fervor like he's some sort of best case scenario on a sunny spring day? Could this really be?
A Posse Ad Esse.
These last two games pitched by Matsuzaka have made the impossible real. Dice-K unquestionably reached the low point in his professional career on April the 11th - two thousand and eleven. He was booed like the most hated Yankee on his own home field at Fenway Park -- and his Manager, the Media, and Baseball Cranks from Haverhill to the Hub had taken off their verbal gloves and went after Matsuzaka's kidneys like it was Ward vs. Gatti.
It was ugly, bloody, and a sad sight to behold.
But the Pride of Japan has begun to validate that nickname, getting off his canvas, to turn it into something of his own making - painting back-to-back master pieces in defense of both his honor and career, while steadily rising out of the ashes, to begin a life anew.