Red Sox down 0-2. Fat Lady Still Absent.

Benjy, they won't know what you are talking about unless you type it as "chowdah" and "lobstah"

:D

La La La LAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

To quote Dick Enberg: "Oh, my!"

El Duque!!!!!

When can we expect our shipment of chowder and lobster?

There's this story about the 1978 season that I've heard before. As a 19 year-old, I wasn't privy to this when it happened, but it went like this:

The Red Sox were down a few games with only a few to play. I don't know how many they were down or how many were left. A television reporter asked one of the players about the season. I don't remember whom the question was asked of, but he responded about being disappointed that the season was over, having given up such an outstanding lead they'd had.

Luis Tiant, the one and only, overheard this conversation, and said 'Boolchit. You win today, you win tomorrow, and then you see where you are.'

That's the mojo we need for tomorrow. And yes, I'm using the royal 'we' to describe the Red Sox. We win Friday, and we win Saturday, and then we see where we are. We've done it twice before.

We're winning this series. No doubt in my mind.

I think the reason Chicagoist is talking about the ALCS is because tickets for those games went on sale today, like I'm sure they might've in Boston already. I'm 99% sure the post was more about Ticketmaster being a pain in the ass than it was about White Sox fans thumping their chests.

That feeling.... that pit of your stomach, kick to the groinal region, the "please don't mention it again" feeling.

Its playoff time again, and the Sox are torturing greater Boston, and all of New England, for that matter, ALL OVER again. With the Sox down 2-0, on the heels of a Buckner-esque gaffe by Tony Graffanino, the Sox faithful are again, waiting for the other shoe to drop, to end this 2005 campaign.

But, the question I beg, is why? Why do I still feel like this? I know this feeling all too well, a la 2003, 1999, 1998, 1995, 1990... (http://www.baseball-reference.... must I continue... But, last year, the Sox won! As Jim Carey said as Ace Ventura in the motion picture "Ace Ventura: Pet Detective", "We have EXORCISED the DEMONS". So, can anyone tell me why last evening, after the Sox were dead and buried after Graffanino's error, I had the following urges:

1. Break something. My own something or someone else's something. Just something involving violence.

2. Drink myself into oblivion. Jager, 'buca, here I come!

3. FIND a Yankee fan and earnestly try to PICK A FIGHT. Particularly someone smaller than me, to make things that much more destructive.

In all seriousness, the aforementioned list was all that was on this writer's mind. Shouldn't I be happy and rejoicing in the "Curse" being broken last year? Or the Patriots Dynasty (Which reminds me of my favorite question to ask to people in general "What is your favorite Dynasty? Ming Dynasty, Shang? New England Patriots?") , or that if I want to go to the Bank North TD, gimmic-laden, fake-Garden, I can?

We all know that the Sox are never going to make it easy on us as fans. They will continue to plague our minds and conversations, whether its on Sports Radio or at the water-cooler, as long as there is baseball to be played. But let's seriously ask ourselves... Would it be as fun? And would we have it any other way?

Matt Clement just hit a guy in the parking lot.

GO YOU WHITE SOX!!!