Unbelievably, the Red Sox win in 14 innings and bring the ALCS back to razor blade laced Big Apple …
Mike:
When's the last time you could say
the Red Sox beat the Yankees in extra innings on the same fucking day?! 11 hours of gut wrenching baseball …
Doug:
Nonplussed. Nonplussed and recovering us. Recovering us even. Uneven.
The brightness of it. All is light! Do you hear? Light.
Mike:
David Ortiz is the resurrection and the light! Another.
Another game winning hit.
Doug:
If I had a kitten I'd name him, Ortizzle. If I had a puppy, I'd name him Papi. If I had a baby, I'd name him Walk-Off.
Mike:
Is this for fucking real? Curt Schilling gets to redeem himself for Game 1. Gets a second chance to make 55k in New York shut their fucking Skankees mouths.
Doug:
Gehrig38 is strapping on
a specially designed high-top cleat to stabilize the dislocated peroneal tendon
…
Mike:
Ah, Das Boot! Schilling's going to torpedo Sheffield's overpriced shit barge and sink the Yankees' dreams.
Doug:
A sea of Pinstriped flotsam and jetsam, what a glorious vision for the Fatherland!
