I ranted. And I feel better.
The Red Sox remain the same team as last night, but I will not give up. I refuse to give up.
I did not give up last year, when I felt like a goddamn fool still keeping score at home during the later half of ALCS 3 -- filling in Yankee run after Yankee run after Yankee run in red ink.
I was excited and nervous throughout Game 4. All I wanted was One Win.
And I got One Win. And then another, and another, and another, and ...
Eight sweet, joyous, magical, life-changing wins. Eight!
So, yeah, my cursing during last night's fiasco may have peeled some paint off my wall. Big fucking deal. ... If I didn't care about the Red Sox, I'd be reading a book tonight.
Instead, I'm filling out my scorecard for Game #151.
We have to treat every game from here on in as if we are down 0-3 to the Chokers.
I believe. I've always believed. I cannot not believe.
And neither can you.