In the bottom of the 8th, I ran up to my office's cafe to watch the last inning or so..... in an instant I had lost all professionalism and started screaming at the screen. From Bard being kept in for too long, to pitching to Big Teix in the bottom of the 9th, I was a pacing mess.
While I may have lost the respect around the office, the Red Sox managed to come out with a 2-1 nail biter victory in the Bronx. The win gives them a split of the important series, and under normal circumstances, that simply wouldn't have been enough to truly keep them in the playoff conversation.
Luckily for them, the Rays have been puking on themselves of late, essentially allowing us just a little more wiggle room before sending me into complete freak out mode.
Lester stepped up today and did what neither Lackey nor Beckett could. He quieted the Yankees just long enough to get to Bard and Pap in order to pump fastballs and secure the win. If there were question marks about Lester and his "ace" status going into the series, he once again answered them. Studly performance.
The difference in this series was not necessarily the Red Sox injuries, but the lack of stepping up by Lackey and Beckett....if it had gone as planned, I'd be sinking beers in excitement and lighting fireworks off in a back bay parking lot with T Murph right now. It happens.
So the Sox head North to play a surprisingly resilient Blue Jays club while the Yanks face the first place Rangers and the Rays take on a Baltimore team that is waking up under their new skipper....
The Sox remain squarely on the edge of in the mix and being on the outside looking in, it's not good for my health, but for now, I'll take it.