Wow. Talk about a buzzkill. Game 2, the Red Sox literally slaughter the Yankees 11-3. Right in front of Fat Jack, no less. That was good times. Then in game 3, Jon Lester pitches a fan-fracking-tastic game and it looks like a sweep is imminent and what happens? Wha wha what? The bullpen (I shall not throw him by name under the bus – I’m a peach like that) blows monkeyballs letting Giambi win the game for the Yankees. Talk about going from the highest of highs to the lowest of lows. It’s like winning a million games in the regular season and then losing the Superbowl. Stop the insanity. And no, I’m not just glad to have won the series 2-1. We should’ve put the nail in the coffin and swept the joint. That is the only thing that would’ve made me happy. Ok fine, I’m spoiled.
Josh Beckett has to go see Dr. James Andrews. Nooooooooo!
Patriots v. Giants pre-season loss: I don’t watch any pre-season bullshrimp, but my mom is a little worried now. Personally, I don’t count any games where Tom Brady and Randy Moss aren’t on the field. I won’t begin any evaluation until the regular season starts. Besides, Belichick loves to mindfrack the league. He would love it if the rest of the teams got their hopes up. 
7-3 win is a nice start. I wasn’t sure what we were going to get from Wakefield. I had to ask everyone within earshot at work, “Hey, what do we think about Wake on the mound tonight? Confident?” and mostly the answer was, “Meh. Maybe.” I really didn’t watch the game. I flipped the channel back to the game during commercials just to check the score. It’s hard for me to watch them play games that I really really really want them to win (as opposed to all the other games where I really want them to win.) It was a typical Sox game though, where everything seemed hunky dory until the bullpen went in and then… *cue the doom music* Bases fracking loaded. Oh the humanity! But, then we won. Freakin roller coaster as usual.
Right now, I am watching a combination of the Sox/Yanks game, Law & Order and College Football Live on ESPN2. I know next to nothing about Byrd, so I have no idea what to think. Giambi’s mustache cracks me up. It’s taken on a life of it’s own, just like Manny’s dreads. Did I just see Fat Jack Nicholson in the pricey seats wearing a Yankees hat? Haha, that figures!
Sweet mother of shamrocks and all that are holy! That will teach me to blog before the game is over. Who could’ve predicted a comeback like that though? I have all the belief in the world in the C’s talent, but there is no way on god’s green earth I ever thought they would be able to overcome a 24-point deficit. Hot damn! Now I’m in a quandry, if I stick with my Celtics in 7 prediction, I’d be essentially saying that the Lakers will win one in Boston and I just flat out do not see that happening. But, I absolutely despise waffling, so I guess I’m just going to have to stick with my original prediction. As long as the Celtics win the championship, I’ll be happy to be wrong.
Kobe looked a little pissed after the game. During his press conference, all I could think about was Bill Russell’s interview with KG. He told KG that he was going to have to put his arms around his teammates and guide them to a championship… it wouldn’t work to try and drag them there. Something Kobe will never understand. You can have all the fight and desire and be the best player on the planet, but your teammates have to be guided along the way and not yanked, bullied, and chided.
It’s not over. I expect the Lakers to come out swinging for their lives on Sunday. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I hope Spike shows up again. He’s apparently a good luck charm. 
