So I sit here with my coffee by my side still trying to grasp just what exactly happened last night. In a game where the Rays were just three innings from clinching there first ALCS title in front of the Fenway faithful, a quarter of whom left before the 7th, I was all smiles.
I was watching the beginning of the game at work and had already told my coworkers that if the Rays were in the lead by the 6th, I was going to go home to watch game. The Rays were in the lead and I had left. Once I arrived to my home I was please to see the Rays up by 7. It was beautiful. I couldn't help but think of the horror that I have seen on that damn Fenway field, and for the Rays to clinch a World Series birth would have been just so perfect.
My joy turned to annoyance once the broadcasters started to turn to NESN job applicants. My annoyance turned to frustration as I saw a homerun by the big Pop-out go over right field seats. Finally after the game winning hit by JD Drew my frustration transformed into shock. My stomach was turning like an old warn-down washing machine.
I couldn't help but laugh slightly. Because in a way I felt that the 7- run comeback was a "welcome to the playoffs" gift from the Red Sox. After the game the I didn't want to eat nor drink. I just wanted to think.
This damn game drove me nuts. Why you ask? Because I hate the fact that I get caught up by a baseball game. I mean, there are kids dying in Iraq and there are people with real problems to the point that a trivial baseball game means absolutely nothing. But still, I couldn't help by be silent as I listened to the phone calls from my Red Sox friends. My friends informed me that it was "over." This game, according to my friends, was the beginning to the end of the Rays. I replied, "last time I checked, the Red Sox had to win two more games, and the Rays only have to win one more game." Of course that shut my friends up.
So, is it over? Not by a long shot. Will the Rays win this series? Yes. I have no doubt. But, still it was rather nice, in a disturbing way to be brought back to earth for at least one night.