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This was supposed to be a gimme, right? What folds faster than Superman on laundry day? The Angels in the playoffs, of course. The only bigger bunch of choke artists are our good friends, the Yankees. Let’s all get excited for that classic Boston – New York ALCS that we all love and most of the rest of the country can’t stand!
Wait, what? We’re down 0-2? We lost with Lester and Beckett on the hill? How did this happen?
I’ve got news for you, my cocky fellow citizens of Red Sox Nation: It’s all your fault.
That’s right. Everybody who thought the Angels would provide the Sox with a quick three-game workout in which to further demonstrate their postseason might, I hope you’re happy with yourselves. I know they’ve done that many times before. I know that the Red Sox routinely go deep into the postseason, and I know that you were all looking forward to playing the Yankees in the ALCS.
But I’ve got news for you: Pride goeth before the goddamn fall. This is one fan base that’s gotten cocky and self-assured and – let’s be honest – a little bit smug since the deity-kissed autumn of 2004. Was this how you rooted for the Sox that year? Assuming that they’d get through at least some games to fight a cataclysmic battle with the Yankees?
Or were you down-on-your-knees grateful that yes, we get to watch our beloved Red Sox play at least one more game of baseball? That hope springs eternal?
Did you think they were going to win? Or did you believe?
So go back to being paranoid and crazy, and give up the whole cocky, co-captains-of-the-AL attitude. See if you can dig the Sox out of this hole.
(Disclaimer: Objects in playoff picture may be closer than they appear. Wishing may not make it so. Snapping fingers may not make food appear.)