I am almost giddy with excitement. I am not joking. I can?t wait for these games. There is so much to talk about I feel like I did when I was 6 and found my Easter basket. Do I eat the ears off the extra large bunny first or start with the marshmallow eggs.
So let me begin with my prediction. Yanks in 6. Sox in 5. Sox in 7. Yanks in 4. Sox in 2. Yanks in 9. These are all things I have said over the past 3 days. I am terrible at predicting winners. The only time I was 100% sure about something and 100% right was the magical Yankee team of 1998. I knew, KNEW, they would win the World Series and win it with ease. So while I think the Yanks should win, and my head tells me the Sox are the better team, I have no idea who will win.
I hate the Red Sox. Everyone knows that. I think Pedro is a cry baby who talks like some spoiled rich kid brat who knows his daddy, not referring to the Yankees, will buy him whatever he wants. This site has chronicled his crap for the past couple of years. Curt is pretty cool because he is a gamer but by not going to the Yankees when he had the chance he is now my enemy. Damon looks like an idiot and catches like a girl, Terry is a goober, Manny looks like he just walked into his high school prom and no one was there, Veritek needs to learn how to fight fair because if I see that image of Veritek attacking the innocent ARod one more time I am going to punch my fence, which has the same personality as Veritek, Millar is a redneck cowboy from Southern California who goes to far with the cowboy image thing when his accent sounds made up, Ortiz amazes me how he stands, let alone runs the bases, with that tremendous amount of fat on his frame. Jesus, that guy looks like a fat camp ?before? picture.
The Yanks, on the other hand, are like the IBM to some pony tail jean wearing dot com joke from 1998. The Yanks are proud and professional. The Sox do not care what other people think of them. The Yanks do that fist bump thing when they win important games. The Sox run around the field half naked with beer hats on yelling, followed by man hugs that make me uncomfortable watching from the safety of my house. The Yanks never complain about playing time and are grateful for being on a winning team. The Sox complain to the press about playing time before a game, fake illness to help out complaining buddies and walk all over Goober and show no respect at all. The one thing I do like about the Sox is that they always always do something stupid to make for a good read. The Yanks have to work hard to create controversy.
Tonight will mean nothing because if Schilling wins, he was suppose to. If the Yanks win, they still have to overcome suspect pitching. The best case scenario will be for the Yanks to win four games straight by a combined score of 46 -1 and win at Fenway to give the Fenway Faithful something to think about for another year and do a dance on the Green Monster. The sad thing is there is no worst case scenario. If the Sox win, they will be in the World Series, which fits with the average (1946 against the Cardinals, 1967 against the Cardinals, 1975 against the Reds, 1986 against the Mets) of once about every 15 or so years. If they happen to overcome their own ineptitude and win, then good for them. It will make the fighting between the fans not as much fun, but it will take about 20 more WS wins to be a fair fight.