This team, right now, is making me feel about the same way I felt sitting in the bleachers during 11th inning of 2004 ALCS Game 4. The outlook is horrible bordering on hopeless. I've been clinging to the hope of the tiniest of moral victories ("let us not get swept", "don't let them end this in our house"), and we just walked the bases loaded, and here comes Curtis freakin' Leskanic.
And then... the unexpected. Yankees strand three. We go to the 12th.
I'm not going to say that from that moment on, I expected us to win the series -- or even that game. All I knew is that, from that moment on, I had to give up trying to make sense of what I was seeing. We had no right getting a quality start from Derek Lowe, or getting the tying run off of Mariano Rivera, or getting out of an 11th inning jam on the strength of Curtis Leskanic's bailing-wire-and-duct-tape arm.
It didn't make sense, but we did it anyway. I had no idea what was coming next. Never mind that it was still overwhelmingly likely to be unpleasant -- watching the game, the series, the season was fun
again. Even if it might all come crumbling down in 5 minutes.
That's where I am right now. This team has no realistic chance at the playoffs. Our makeshift rotation cannot be expected to keep this up. We have no reliable bullpen arms. Papi's rusty. And I don't care.
Complete the sweep, Vegas odds be damned. Take care of business against KC and Baltimore. See what happens after that.
It'll be fun.
Edited by kviri, 05 September 2006 - 08:54 PM.