As we prepare for game 7, an emoticonic, sermonic recap of game 6 and the workings of our messiah, Jacoby Ellsbury:
An angel of the Lord

appeared to the prophet Tito

with explicit lineup instructions.
So as instructed, the Prophet Tito sayeth unto his CF

Sitteth downeth.
And sit down he done did.

And in his place, the Eyebrowed Ellsbury

whose speed and handsome-osity not only induced Schilling

into bringing his 'A' game,
but also inspired the reviled Gagne

to a clean inning of work, causing the fanbase to temporarily delay the violent end to his time as a sox

as well as the most astounding result of Ellsbury's awesomeness, which was allowing JD Drew to say

to all the naysayers and deliver an inspired and heroic performance

and in turn allowing the aforementioned fanbase to say "nah nah"

to the Injuns , and declaring much drunken


(and other

) reverie in The Nation.
And the good lord sent cheerleaders (and Megan Fox) to deliver the sacred message for game 7:
WIN
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