Actually, the Sox don’t control the Yankees’ destiny – the Yankees do – but you know what I mean. They have the capability and the desire to squash our postseason dreams. And it’s disturbing.
No, they’re not the Red Sox of yore. (Can’t believe I just used the word “yore.”) And they’re not having a good season, obviously, but we almost lost a series to the awful Blue Jays this weekend so who knows how the troika (can’t believe I used the word “troika” either) of Buchholz, Lester and Cook will do. For that matter, who knows how our own starters (CC, Nova and Kuroda) will do. Nothing is certain and these last three games will be stomach churning.
But how about that comeback today? After the Jays had scored five runs and Hughes had headed for the showers, I was tearing my hair out. And then, as if a miracle, we scored five to tie…and then more for good measure. Now that was inspiring. Cano, Grandy, Jeter, Nunez, Lowe, Logan, Robertson….everybody seemed to contribute. Soriano made it an adventure as usual and I was ready to smash the TV when he loaded the bases and gave up a run, but when he did his untucking of his shirt I was ready to kiss him.
And here we are. Down to the wire. Yes, there will be scoreboard watching – will the Orioles ever lose a game? – but it’s up to the Yankees to beat the Red Sox. Early and often.
