Last stand. Live blogging the stages of grief so you don’t have to live through them. Sox vs O’s, the game that counts.
Last stand is a loose military term used to describe a body of troops holding a defensive position in the face of overwhelming odds. The defensive force usually takes very heavy casualties or is completely destroyed, as happened in “Custer’s Last Stand” at the Battle of Little Big Horn.
“We’re either going to be good enough or we’re not…We can write this ending however we choose. We can be the team that got beat up, came back, put it together and went on this great run, or we can allow this to defeat us. Hopefully, we have enough to have it be the first. That’s obviously how we feel.”
Okay. I mean, I’ve heard better peptalks, Tito.
Oh, and this one:
But yours is fine too. Um.
So… less than two hours to go. AL Wildcard waiting.
I feel like a vodka tonic. Do you feel like a vodka tonic?
Please blog with me tonight, starting 7ish. None of us should be alone, Soxies. Not tonight. Not tonight.
I can’t talk about this.
6:20. ESPN says lots of things, FDA. BUT SO DO WE. <- did that look confident?
Andrew. Please don’t die or, um, something. New York can be a scary place in that Youk jersey…
Hi, Kristen. You can cheer for the Red Sox if you want… I saw someone in an Angels shirt today and thought of you. Because it’s a rare sight in North Carolina.
6:50 p.m. On my way to the bar. Condiments, be afraid. Be VERY afraid.
This game is maddening.
First. I call bar.
Bar says, we have internet AND Sox game.
See, I have work to do. Not just the blog. WORK.
Go to bar. It is on the fricking Braves game.
Jeb makes fun of me because of my teenage angstiness.
THREE people make fun of my Youk jersey.
It takes them NINETEEN minutes to turn the Sox game on.
There is NO internet.
And A FRICKING RAIN DELAY.
It is 10:01. I just got home. Because rain delays are not worth my time or money at bars.
FDA! You would have me date a Pirates fan?!
And I am not available.
I’ve been practicing that.
You should not read news this week, FDA. You should not read news.
So. Now we’re just waiting on a rain delay…
Well… the Stanks are winning…
I REALLY can’t handle a game tomorrow. I need sleep. I need to go watch my old theatre director in “High Country Dancing With the Stars” (watching Gary do the mambo is kind of a goal of mine). Oh. AND I NEED SLEEP.
WHAT? WHAT are they doing, FDA?
The Yankees are not loading on my computer, sneaky devils.
Jeb and I met this Stanks fan at the bar. We talked because he is from Florida. Oh, and he was old and gimpy and endearing. Right. And he said he rooted for the Red Sox in 04 but that it was hard for him to root for them any other time. And I said that, since I was rooting for his team tonight, he should take the peace feather and climb aboard the Sox bandwagon.
He said okay.
It’s ’cause I’m pretty.
WHY IS IT RAINING, FDA???!!!! FIX IT.
YES. YOU CARE. Do not give up on me, FDA. DO NOT GIVE UP ON ME.
7-6???? Really????? How does that even happen????????
Did they really accomplish that in… like… an INNING?
ohmygod! So, I’m watching these two cats. And one cat is adorable and awesome. And one cat hates me and tries to kill me in my sleep. And devil cat just cuddled on my lap! For like a minute! And didn’t scratch me in the face! So I took a picture to prove it! Side bar, yes, but more cheerful than the game!
Okay. I am working on my articles. Hopefully, I will be awake when this game restartssssss….
JEB, don’t MAKE me give the Red Sox fans more make-fun-of-you fodder…
TIED? I got disgusted with 7-6 and turned it off.
This is CHEAP.
What? What? Rain delay over? Aceves? Aceves! Hi! I sure am glad to see you…
HIT HIM? Damnit.
The goal is to NOT get the on base.
“How long can Franconca ride this horse?”
Ow. 14th batter Aceves has hit this year. Well, he did play for the Yankees, and I imagine that takes a while for you to get over.
Bottom of the 9th, extra innings in Stank game, Atlanta’s tied too…
Aceves used in four straight games.
And he hit this guy in the neck. So he is going to load the bases with hit-by-pitch?
And now the ump is involved?
Curt Young, when are you going to go talk to YOUR PITCHER?
Bard AND Morales in bullpen.
Aceves, please work your stress out on a punching bag or something, not an Oreo.
That batter was scared. He did a little mini-dodge. Can’t say I blame you.
Aceves looks like he is trying to exterminate you all.
Seriously. WHY are you doing this, Oreos? You have nothing to gain by a win. NOTHING. Just spite. SPITE.
SPITE and CRUELTY.
Buck Showalter just rolled his eyes. BLAH.
Did you see the Oreo who threw his helmet when he was out at first earlier? That was hilarious.
Yikes. That just tried to kill Lavarnway. Right in the mask.
Okay, Aceves. You can hit him with a ball if you want to.
NO. I didn’t mean that. Please do not hit the bases loaded, Aceves.
And they are playing the Jaws theme. Which would work if your team was a FISH name. Baltimore, YOU MAKE NO SENSE.
Strike out to crowd adoration. Interesting how many Soxies are in your house, yes, Baltimore? I am trying to stay awake. But if I stop typing… it’s because I fell asleep on my keyboard again…
This game is killing me.
I HATE this announcer.
I HATE this game.
I HATE mlb.
AND I HATE this game.
Aviles is out.
AND WE COMPLETELY- COMPLETELY- WASTE TIME I COULD HAVE SPENT SLEEPING.
I canNOT believe I have fought sleep for this.
Out one. Okay.
Out two. Okay.
Out three. OKAY.
9 Sooooo tired..