And now here it was, Game 7 of this most incredible American League Championship Series. Once down 3-0 in the series and trailing in the ninth inning of Game 4, the Red Sox needed one more win to complete an impossible comeback. And the home run that gave Boston a commanding lead and turned the Yankees' faces to ash got an assist from Babe Ruth.
Better check under the bed for monsters. Try teaching an old dog new tricks, fooling all of the people all of the time. Maybe you can get blood from a stone.
The Yankees pushed a run across in the third but another Damon homer in the fourth made it 8-1. The Yankees got two in the seventh against Pedro Martinez, but the magical rally never came. The Yankees, who three nights earlier had been three outs away from their seventh pennant in nine years, their 40th in 83, went quietly. At the end it was the Sox who were scoring. A run in the eighth for 9-3, another in the ninth for 10-3.
Did the Yankees pull a choke job for the ages? It didn't feel that way. They just got beat. After brilliant outings in the first two games by Mike Mussina and Jon Lieber, the Yankees starting pitching was as shaky as everyone figured it would be, and the bullpen wasn't much better. Tom Gordon brought a gas can to the mound. Mariano Rivera left his aura of invincibility in Minneapolis.
Derek Jeter and Jorge Posada didn't hit. Hideki Matsui cooled off -- 9-for-15 with seven runs scored, two homers and 10 RBIs in the first three games, he went 5-for-19 with two runs scored and no RBIs in the last four. The first base tandem of John Olerud and Tony Clark went 5-for-33.
Meanwhile Curt Schilling turned in a Game 6 start on a bum ankle that's already the stuff of October myth. Ortiz, the series MVP, slugged and slugged. The bullpen was righteous. Boston made one error in the last four games.
All that happened is that the Red Sox won four straight, something they'd already done eight times this season. And now they're going to the World Series, which they've done nine times before. It's really nothing more than that.
Well, that and a world turned upside-down.
Carrot Top is funny today. Cats are chasing dogs, kids begging for liver. See if you can pick up a railroad car. Look for the sunset in the east. Ask Beyonce for a date. You just don't know anymore.
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Astros vs. Cards gets the spotlight [PERMALINK]
Finally, after six games of a tense, exciting, topsy-turvy series, the Astros and Cardinals get the stage to themselves Thursday. Game 7 of the NLCS is Thursday night in St. Louis, with Roger Clemens trying to pitch his swan-song team into the World Series against his rookie team.
The Cardinals will send Jeff Suppan, who pitched OK in Game 3, losing to Clemens, who pitched better.
The Cards stopped a three-game skid Wednesday in another humdinger of a game. The Astros were down 4-3 entering the ninth but tied it on a run-scoring single by Jeff Bagwell off St. Louis closer Jason Isringhausen. Astros closer Brad Lidge was a mystery to the Cardinals hitters, as he has been to everyone with a stick in his hand all year.
But Lidge only had three innings in him, the ninth, 10th and 11th. In the 12th it was Dan Miceli, a very different animal. He walked Albert Pujols, got Scott Rolen to foul out, and served up a monster home run to Jim Edmonds. Cards win, 6-4.
The series has stayed on serve from the start, the home team winning every game.
Whoever wins Game 7 will set up story lines galore for the World Series. The Astros coming from mid-August oblivion to win the pennant. The second all-wild card Series in three years. The Cardinals avoiding the colossal upset and continuing what's seemed like an unstoppable championship run since they got hot late in the spring.
And then there are the Red Sox stories. Roger Clemens trying to cap his great career by beating his original team. The Sox 0-for-2 in the Series against the Cardinals, losing in 1946 and 1967, both times in seven games. If the public discourse were as raw in 1946 as it is today, one of the Cardinals' Hall of Famers would be known in Boston as Enos F. Slaughter.
The World Series starts Saturday in Fenway.
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