Radio Silence

My last post last night was heading into the ninth inning. After that… silence. I wonder why?

Hang on, I just drove onto the Tobin Bridge. I need to pull over so I can join the throngs of Red Sox fans hurling themselves off.

The Astros scored seven runs in the top of the ninth. I went to bed after five. There was no bottom of the ninth walk off heroics from the Red Sox to be had. A little part of me was hoping that when I woke up today I would check the MLB app and see a miracle. Nah.

Yesterday I started the day by listening to a bunch of local sports radio coverage and the general consensus was that the series was over, Houston was toast. One talking head actually tried to start the discussion of who would we rather face in the World Series. I don’t think I was that far off the deep end, but I was pretty far. I kept having to remind myself that it was only game three and we were only up one game.

If you know anything about Boston sports fandom (and I hope this pertains to other regions too because I don’t want to be the only city whose people are this nuts) our mental state is based only on the last game. Game three was a huge victory and we were planning the parade. Game four was a painful loss and we are all jumping off that bridge and putting ourselves out of our misery (figuratively speaking, of course).

Game five is today at 5:00pm-ish. Even with the standard four hour FOX coverage, I should be able to catch the whole thing. I wanted to listen through to the end last night but that ninth inning rally… I just couldn’t deal. Close games like that are stressful, but once the Astros broke it open I was just done.

Okay kids, it’s time to go to work. We’re roughly 8.5 hours away from the first pitch of game five. My kingdom for a lot of Boston grand slams.

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