Saturday, October 9

Ladies and gentlemen, please get out your brooms

Because it is a sweep. I watched the game last night with the work comrades at the Framingham Chili's -- yes, the site of the infamous Alan f-ing Embree incident. We were confident that the Embree mojo would bring home the win. And it did, despite the heart attack Timlin gave me in the 7th. I can't believe my boy Arroyo didn't get the win -- he pitched an incredible game, allowing only one run over six innings. No matter; we will head into the ALCS well-rested (assuming that any of the boys have stopped celebrating yet, 'cause god knows, I haven't) and ready to kick a little ass and take a few names.

I'm so happy, I have to go buy something.

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