Last year, I provided a desktop image of the Prudential Tower. This year, I provide a webcam image from Mount Washington, provided, of course, by the good folks over at the mountain. I hope it guides you all very well. This game is potentially bigger than Game 7 last year, because it brands the Yankees, should the Sox win, as the preëminent choke artists—unable to, given four chances, beat a “cursed” team for a final, resounding time. That’s why I still feel like this is their game to lose. People are writing that it’s the Yanks that are gunshy, skittish, whatever. I don’t buy it. The arrogance they show in the postseason will still be there. But it’ll then come down to the breaks—and lately, I gotta admit, they’ve been falling for the Sox.
Also, since “socks” becomes “sox,” I’m now having “calcetines” become “calcetínez.” So if you see that somewhere, it’s not a typo.
Aha, also, King Kaufman, whom I usually read but dislike, managed to put the most literarily handsome spin on the argument over the Mark Bellhorn homerun last night:
And then Red Sox manager Terry Francona asked Jim [Joyce, the umpire,] with his eyes to ask again yes and then he asked the other umpires would they yes to say yes and first the umpires put their arms around each other yes and fans’ hearts were going like mad and yes they said yes it was a home run yes.
I believe I’ll have eggs in the morning in his honour.
October 21st, 2004 at 1:02
SOX WIN! SOX WIN! SOX WIN! Are you ready for the Evil Empire to begin systematic firings in the morning? Poor Brian Cashman looked like he was resigned to the fact that his desk would have to be cleared out by the end of the week.