Back in 2002, all those years ago, Rush recorded a song called “Ghost Rider”. In it Geddy Lee sings the Neil Peart penned line, “From the lowest low to the highest high.” That is exactly the opposite of what Red Sox fans are feeling.
For Red Sox fans it’s from the highest high to the lowest low.
We won game one and the universe was ours to command. All of the secrets of creation were in the palm of our hand. Then we lost game two and civilization has collapsed. We are crushed by a depression so profound that it’s as though heaven was in our grasp and then was yanked (yankee’d) away from us.
When the Cardinals had their flash of playing like a little league team in game one we all thought, they can’t be that bad, they’ll not puke all over themselves (figuratively) again. Now that the Red Sox have had their little league moment too, we have to think the same thing. Peavy pitches tomorrow. He was pretty bad against the Tigers. He needs to be the pitcher he was when he first came to Boston. Those first few starts were beautiful. We need more like that. As for game four… who knows. Will Buchholtz be able to go? Is the team’s training staff supervising his sleep behavior to make sure he doesn’t hurt himself again?
Based on the pitching match ups, games three and four are winnable for the Red Sox. If Peavy and whoever goes in game four can pitch a decent game and keep the Cardinals offense at least down to Earth, the Red Sox should be able to handle the St Louis starters. I am still cautiously optimistic, I’m just not in a state of elation the way I was 24 hours ago. The worst part is that we have to wait until tomorrow night for game three.
The series is tied at one game a piece. The Red Sox have plenty of time to recover from the bad news bears that was the seventh inning last night. Just forget it ever happened and win yourselves the best of five series that remains.
Go Red Sox!
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