We’ve seen this once before, a completely Red Sox-crazed country, with all of New England doing backflips to pay homage to the city and team that brought it joy.
Wait, this guy is our closer!?! God help us, he’s just impossible not to love, isn’t he?
Well, strap yourself in folks, here we go again:
- The highlight of the recent Sox madness, appropriately enough, was the Rolling Rally through the city. The fans and signs were all pretty terrific, complete with the K-Men and mobile Papelbon, and Jonathan Papelbon certainly didn’t disappoint, dancing three separate times along the route, including a kilted jig at City Hall Plaza where he roped in bullpen mates Hideki Okajima and Mike Timlin. Oh, and he got to dance to his entry song, “Shipping off to Boston” live from the Dropkick Murphys. Not a bad way to go, eh?
- In terms of preposterous trends in naming, the Franklin Park Zoo clearly has set the trend. After 2004, there was a rush on the name “Boston” for everything from hamsters to children. Well, a baby giraffe born during Game 1 of the Series at Zoo New England has been named Sox. Yes, Sox. No correct spelling needed folks. Thanks to Red Sox Monster for catching this one early, but it’s a pretty terrific trend. So, if you meet some poor alcoholic named Sox 35 years from now outside of Copley at 2:30 on a Wednesday morning, you’ll know how it happened.
- Among a host of ridiculous videos posted, Eric Wilbur may have found the best one on his NESN and Globe-connected Boston Sports Blog, a Mario Bros. themed and customized clip, fully pixellated, that shows the Rockies’ run through the playoffs, right up until they get squashed by good ol’ King Kooba, who’s a fully decked out Red Sox fan. Terrific stuff.
Everyone, meet Sox. Sox, meet everyone. And yes his name really is Sox.
- Of course, we’re also in for a panoply of Sox appearances on late night shows, too. Jonathan Papelbon, likely to be the biggest hoot of the bunch, is on tonight’s “Late Show with David Letterman”. We’d be shocked if he’s not jigging at some point. Shockingly, not only is Manny Ramirez talking to the media in the playoffs, he’s going to talk to America on a late night show, getting full interview treatment on “The Tonight Show” with Jay Leno on Friday. No word on whether he realizes that appearance will require a flight to LA. An, just to round things out, the ever-affable David Ortiz will represent Big Papi style on Conan O’Brien’s “Late Night with Conan O’Brien”. The pure weirdness of Papelbon and Letterman in the same room makes for almost surefire hilarity, but we wouldn’t be surprised if Big Papi and O’Brien actually end up being funnier. The comedic potential of all these appearances, of course, is pretty much uncharted. Lots of good TV watching in the nights to come.
Naturally, we’re sure there’ll be much more attention, craziness and Sox-based debauchery in the coming days, and we’ll keep you updated on it all.
We’re at that point in the season, the one where a single win ends it all, makes the difference between glory and purgatory, ultimate merit or the sudden mediocrity afforded to teams sent back to the pack to wait for 2008.
Let the record show that in each of the last six times such a game has presented itself, from Game 5 of the ALCS on, the Red Sox have come out on top. But perhaps because of their precarious start in the championship series, they may understand better than any other team that they can’t allow a dangerous Colorado team off the mat in Coors Field tonight.
Boston is on the verge of an incredibly special accomplishment, a second title in four years, moving into the elite air of the Yankees as the only organization to earn multiple titles in such close proximity over the past decade plus. Some writers are already saying they are on the verge of supplanting the Yankees as the AL East’s dominant power, likely a bit premature at the moment, yet still an evolving and intriguing possibility.
What’s equally significant is that Boston could win a second title and keep so much of the identity it forged in 2004, when it mounted the most miraculous comeback in sports history to steal the World Series from the Yankees and, shortly thereafter, the Cardinals. Their backs were firmly against the wall, with breaks falling to the Indians left and right, and yet they rallied, won, then won at home to send Cleveland back to Lake Erie.
A new generation of Sox players has found itself tested in the playoff crucible alongside David Ortiz and Manny Ramirez, long the team’s most reliable options. Again, this supporting cast has proven dangerous and effective and - in the case of newcomers Dustin Pedroia, Kevin Youkilis and Jacoby Ellsbury - lethally efficient.
Into this spotlight dances a young, enigmatic starter with a chance to close what his forebears have started. When Jon Lester, he of wins and no decisions across 17 straight starts, takes the hill tonight with a chance to come full circle, from a cancer diagnosis just more than a year ago to a World Series start and, he hopes, a title. They’re that close. One good performance away. Lester got rid of jitters in Game 2 of the ALCS and rebounded to pitch admirably in Game 4 of that slate. Of course, the fact that he’s pitching at all is admirable, but he won’t hear any of it.
Instead, he wants to focus on his start. In fact, that’s all any of the Red Sox will say at the moment. They want to keep focused. They’ll need to. The last team that lost a bit of that, whether you feel it was the 2004 Yankees or 2007 Indians, never reached the finish line they could see so clearly.
This team can see it ahead, it’s just a long, strong game away. Still.
Like the ALDS and ALCS, we jumped on board with Red Sox Monster to be part of a Red Sox World Series roundtable, joining Red Sox Monster publisher Dan Lamothe (who kept his picks separate in a private podcast) and Red Sox Stats’ Guy’sMike Colluci.
Without further ado, here’s the the full roundtable piece on the Monster, with my direct answers below as always.
1. One of the appealing things about the World Series is that teams that rarely meet get the chance to go head-to-head. Break things down for me, will you? Where do the Sox have advantages in your eyes, and conversely, where can the Rockies exploit the Sox?
The relative anonymity of players on opposing teams is always part of the novelty that makes the World Series so fascinating. Still, with the advent of interleague play, that’s been mitigated some, never more so than this year, when the Sox and Rockies actually DID play each other back in June. We all know how that turned out (Rockies took 2 of 3 … in Fenway), and that series kind of started both the Red Sox’ and Rockies’ long string of regular season mediocrity.
Still, what we saw in that series is only slightly relevant to the World Series. Consider the fact that Boston has different spots throughout the lineup (Youk was still bouncing around and Pedroia hadn’t moved to leadoff yet, let alone Ellsbury), while Troy Tulowitzki was still struggling with expectations and half the Rockies rotation was still being groomed in the minor leagues.
So, if we look at this World Series with a new slate, it seems to shake down like this: 1) The Red Sox lineup looks more formidable, particularly coming off an overall pasting of Cleveland for three straight games. 2) The Red Sox bullpen is more battle tested. Colorado got by in the NLDS and NLCS with long outings from their starters before the entrance of the wet-shirted Manny Corpas (check YouTube for that terrific splash before his entrance in Game 1 against Philly). But the Sox lineup is likely to be a lot more patient than either Philly’s or Arizona’s. 3) Josh Beckett looks like a significant upgrade over Jeff Francis in Game 1 (or over anyone else, for that matter), but after that the pitching looks almost like a push.
2. Obviously, one of the first things that will come up in any preview of this series is the way the Rockies exploded against Boston in June, taking the last two games in a three game series with a combined score of 19-3. Is there anything we should be alarmed about those losses, especially since Josh Beckett and Curt Schilling lost them? Or should they be considered isolated incidents?
As stated above, they seem more like isolated incidents. Certainly the Beckett start shouldn’t be too concerning. Schilling’s is more frustrating. With his penchant for dropping gopher balls in that loss, there’s no telling if Colorado could do the same thing again. Meanwhile, the lone Boston winner from that series - Tim Wakefield - isn’t even on the roster. Go figure, and call it a scratch.
3. Talk about the Rockies lineup a little bit, if you would. What strategy should Boston be using to deal with it? Who scares you in that lineup, other than the obvious answer (Matt Holliday’s regular season: .340, 36 HR, 137 RBI, SLG .607)?
Todd Helton is still terrifying, and if you have any doubts about it, check out his power numbers, particularly slugging to left field. Meanwhile, there’s good speed at the top of the order (see Taveras and Matsui) and Tulowitzki has been an absolute terror in the second half. That, of course, doesn’t even take Adkins into account, so there’s enough fear to go around. The leadoff tandem of Taveras and Matsui alone is enough reason to be happy Wakefield isn’t starting a game in the series (his ERA at Coors Field is another compelling one, but hey, we’ll stick with the speed).
4. Put yourself in Terry Francona’s shoes for a minute. How do you handle losing the designated hitter position during Game 3-5? Who should sit? Also, who do you think will sit?
This is perhaps the most brutal decision Francona has to make. Clearly, you can’t take Ortiz out of the lineup in the playoffs. Ever (unless you have a lead in the eighth or ninth inning, and you take him out for a defensive replacement). That leaves Youkilis and Lowell to platoon at third. Youkilis is on such a tear that it hurts to take him out of the lineup, but Lowell has better power, more RBI on the year and more experience at Coors Field. Put those two factors together, and it all seems to even out, doesn’t it? So, if we were Francona, we’d play the hot hand. If Youk is still batting .500, you’re not taking the man out of the lineup. If Lowell hits a homer and three doubles in Games 1 and 2, he’s your man. Now, here’s the real X-factor: What about Youk in right field? He played there down the stretch last year, and clearly you’d rather have Youk in the lineup than JD Drew, all recent heroics and solid hitting aside. Now, I don’t think Francona’s drastic enough to actually make that move, but it’s worth pointing out nonetheless.
That being said, it says here that Francona plays Lowell in Game 3, then checks his career numbers against Cook before deciding for Game 4. If they’re good, Mikey goes again. If they’re not, Youk comes in. And Papi stays in throughout, without question.
5. Alright, one last time: prediction time. Who ya got? It should be noted that no one has picked against the Sox in one of these roundtable discussions yet…. which means no one has been wrong yet, either.
Let it be known that it is EXTREMELY hard to pick against the Rockies the way they’ve been playing. They’re so hot it feels like they could melt right through the Colorado snow. And right now, everything manager Clint Hurdle touches seems to turn to gold. That being said, moving Aaron Cook into the starting rotation for Game 4 seems like a true twist and gamble. Why shake up the rotation now, when you’ve been rolling? Meanwhile, Terry Francona’s willingness to leave Wakefield off the roster, likely in favor of second-year rookie Jon Lester, should be applauded. It’s hard to leave a veteran and heart-and-soul guy like Wakefield off, but it’s clearly the right move with his health and track record.
Why am I prattling on this way? Because I think the series is so close that it could swing on two small decisions like that (conversely, who Francona plays at third in Games 3 and 4 could have the same affect). Game 1 is a must-win for the Sox, and - like the ALCS - I really think Game 2 is the key. If Boston wins the first two, they’re going to win this series. If they split, it could be trouble.
So what’s going to happen? Uggghhh, this one is brutal to predict. That being said, I’m going Sox. In six. Schilling closes it out. I think Beckett will win Games 1 and Game 5 in Colorado setting the stage. But like the ALCS, I wouldn’t be even slightly surprised if the Rockies walked off with this one, even though Boston clearly has a more balanced and complete team, with the regular season record as ample evidence.
I’m perfect in the playoffs so far, so here’s hoping that continues for one more round. Otherwise we’re in for some painful postmortem. Here’s hopin’.
Paps isn’t just a world class closer, he’s a world class partier, too.
The Red Sox exploded for the ALCS crown. They didn’t just win, they took a close game and blew it up to the tune of a nine-run victory. And five of those runs came from Boston’s newest favorite son, Mighty Mite Dustin Pedroia.
Manny knocked in the first run, but that was it from the big boys, Ramirez and Big Papi. The rest came from Pedroia, sudden star Kevin Youkilis. And naturally, Hideki Okajima and Jonathan Papelbon was there to close the door.
Of course all of this is to overlook the job done by Daisuke Matsuzaka. He wasn’t great, but was pretty close through the first three innings. The fourth and fifth were shaky, a run given up in each, but the Dice-Man flexed everything he had in the first three, striking batters out with high heat, darting cutters and a screwball that almost looked gyro-ish.
Now, as Sox players prepare to recover from a night when they all deserved their own Rachel Boston, they have a moment to breathe before what is almost sure to be a very chilly World Series. And guess who’s starting Game 1 Wednesday?
Yes, there is a gorgeous actress named Boston. We didn’t make it up. Check her imdb page here.
That’s right, Mr. F-bomb himself: Josh Beckett. Time to dial up the drama. Again. But let’s finish the celebrating first shall we?
Well folks, this is it. Like it or not, an entire baseball season comes down to one night for the two teams that shared the best regular season record.
This window shot was mighty lucky last night. Let’s see if it does the trick again for Game 7, eh?
For two historic baseball cities, tonight will be the difference between a trip to the World Series and an offseason made a little longer, and much tougher. While the Red Sox enter the game on a two-win surge, the Indians are reeling. Their twin aces - C.C. Sabathia and Fausto Carmona - were both knocked around. Their No. 4 pitcher - Paul Byrd - is suddenly under investigation for HGH. Their closer - Joe Borowski - gave up hits and runs in last night’s blowout.
What does Cleveland have going for it? Jake Westbrook. The team’s No. 3 starter tossed a gem in their key Game 3 win, forcing Boston batters to drive liners into the ground and using a fantastic sinker ball to do exactly what Daisuke Matsuzaka couldn’t for the Sox: Get through six innings.
Really, that’s the $103 million question in tonight’s Game 7: Will Dice-K show up and be the pitcher Boston and Red Sox fans are ready to believe he is? Matsuzaka built up a resume worth $100 million by weaving magic throughout Japanese postseasons at all levels. He was brought to Boston to shore up a pitching staff and evolve into a true ace.
So far, he hasn’t quite done it. Matusuzaka’s Game 3 was good enough to possibly earn a win, but as with so many of his season starts, he found himself in trouble early, and then again later. By the second time Cleveland started racking up baserunners, Terry Francona couldn’t sit by anymore, pulling the Japanese ace for Manny Delcamen.
After the game Matsuzaka was inconsolable in the locker room. Days later he was telling the Japanese press that he wanted revenge. He gets that chance tonight, and with a little help from some Boston batters, it could make for the season’s best night yet. Or it could be the worst.
How else can you describe last night’s Game 6 throttling of the Indians? A 40 year-old starter who showed up to spring training bigger than a blimp came through with a gutsy, seven-inning performance. The most maligned man in Boston hit a first inning grand slam and tacked on another RBI in his second trip up. Even Eric Gagne pitched a perfect inning.
J.D. Drew got a full swallow of redemption in the first inning last night.
Indeed, for all involved - especially Curt Schilling, J.D. Drew and Gagne - Game 6 was a true redemption song. And by singing that tune, the team added a sudden swing to the 2007 ALCS, forcing it into a do-or-die Game 7.
With plenty of doubts swirling around the starters for both teams, it was the old man pitching next to the sea who proved sturdy in the pressure-packed postseason game. Where Cleveland’s Fausto Carmona stumbled, forcing his manager Eric Wedge to lift him in the third inning, Schilling strode confidently on, getting out of a nasty third-inning jam after allowing the first two batters to reach, then watching his teammates erupt for six more runs that truly put the game away.
It was exactly the kind of performance that Sox fans used to expect of Schilling, a playoff prima dona of the highest degree, but a showman who’s always known how to turn his tricks at just the right time. Now, after a Game 2 stumble, it appears he may have hedged his bet right again, coming through at home when Boston needed it. With a similar crap shoot of Game 7 starters - Red Sox and Rising Son ace Daisuke Matsuzaka is determined but has been shaky while Cleveland’s Jake Westbrook has been feast or famine - momentum is firmly on Boston’s side. They have a bullpen that is fully rested and loaded for bear. They have a lineup which has seen its bottom half awaken, to the tune of 12 runs from the likes of Drew, Lugo, Dustin Pedroia and the recently promoted Jacoby Ellsbury. Manny Ramirez and David Ortiz combined for only one hit Saturday night, which just seems to indicate they could explode Sunday.
And, just to add another ace in the hole, they have Josh Beckett mentally ready to pitch in relief on only two days rest if needed.
All of those things could become major factors in Game 7, and any factor could swing the entire series. The pressure is finally even, and Boston doesn’t seem to be feeling it. Yet.
If that trend holds on for one more day, there may be a whole handful more days in the season, and they’re the best ones to have.
This is it. Again. And if things go well, we might even get to write that one more time this week.
The fans and the faith are there. The question is whether the Curt Schilling of old will make an appearance, too.
Still, it’s clear that Terry Francona thinks this thing is going in the right direction. By getting by Cleveland ace C.C. Sabathia with the over-powering Josh Beckett, the Sox got back home. Now the manager is officially throwing his typical “pro-player” manager approach out the window. Coco Crisp is sitting the bench with his horrendous ALCS on base percentage. Jacoby Ellsbury is playing center and batting eighth to try and provide some juice.
Still, the man at the center of it all, again, is Curt Schilling. Traditionally, that’s exactly where he’s wanted to be. Schilling loves the attention. He loves the pressure. He loves the chance to perform on the biggest stage.
So why do so many Sox fans have serious indigestion? Clearly, because Curt hasn’t been himself through much of this year. Gems like his near no-hitter and ALDS Game 3 aside, there have been plenty of mediocre starts thrown in there. Somehow, he has to dial up past brilliance if the Sox have a chance to keep going.
And if they do keep going, suddenly things could change drastically. Daisuke Matsuzaka, whose first American postseason has clearly been the worst of his career so far, has already gone on record saying he wants a shot at revenge. With his past results and his stuff - dialed up with extra determination - we’d be hard-pressed to bet against him if things got to a Game 7. With him pitching on extra rest, of course.
But that’s a big “if”. And while a lot of it may be up to Big Papi and Manny Being Himself against Fausto Carmona, most of it will probably revolve around Senor Schilling.
That’s your cue Curt. Here goes nothing. And everything, of course.
Somewhere in the aftermath of Boston’s 7-1 victory in Game 5, a lot of Red Sox fans seem to have lost sight of an important fact: The Sox are still down, three games to two. Like the Bee Jees, they’re still looking to Stay Alive.
Stayin’ Alive: That’s the goal Monsieur Schilling. We’ll talk moolah later if you get the job done.
The backs are still against the wall as Boston rolls back into what is sure to be a raucous, if nervous, Fenway Park tonight. And the man on the mound is the one who made himself a legend in 2004, once on the very same mound. There’ll be no bloody sock, but as much drama as there was before the last time Curt Schilling pitched in a Game 6 with the Sox facing elimination, back in the ever-enchanted year of ‘04.
The difference is that this is a different Curt Schilling than the incarnation that dominated the Yankees and then the Cardinals after experimental cadaver surgery on his ankle. That Schilling was still a power pitcher who relied on his stuff above all else. There was less stuff to draw on in his two playoff victories, but he had enough. This Schilling is a mental chess player, a gambler who’s betting he can confuse you with enough of a change up to keep you honest on his suddenly mediocre heat.
It’s a terrifying difference. He still has immense guts, as he flexed in Game 3 of the ALDS against the Angels, where he went on the road and thoroughly trounced the LA lineup. But those guts couldn’t get him through the fifth inning of Game 2 back at Fenway, and that ultimately cost the Sox dearly. With Schilling out early the snowball started rolling. Pushing Manny Delcarmen for a second inning is what tied the game, and then eventually meant that the Sox had no one to turn to except Eric Gagne. We know what happened after that.
But Schilling is pitching for more than just a big win tonight. He’s also pitching for a future in Boston. Should the Sox fall and face a long, cold offseason of Patriots talk, Schilling will almost certainly not be pursued. Boston has young arms ready to go and take his place, but his postseason acumen might be enough to save him a rotation slot and earn him his $10 million or so should he find a way to win tonight and, perhaps, again if things keep going. By the same token, a loss tonight would mean he essentially was the determining factor in two losses while pitching only one playoff win. That’s not worth $13 million in Boston.
So what’s it going to be, Curt? The man the Indians are sending to the hill, Fausto Carmona, is probably going to put up a better game than he did in his outing No. 2, where Manny Ramirez and David Ortiz got to him a bit. You ready to up the ante a bit? Always were in the past.
Here’s hoping for an evening of reminiscing. Red Sox fans could really use one. Scratch that. They really need one.
That’s what Cleveland gets for trotting out one of Josh Beckett’s former girlfriends, just one among many in a group that could grow after yet another impressive postseason win last night.
Danielle Peck is a looker, but her former boyfriend was the one breaking hearts last night.
What happened on the banks of Lake Erie last night was more than just survival. It was a case of salvation for the Red Sox, a second life heading back home, needing two straight wins at Fenway to advance. While that may seem a mightly troubling task ahead, it’s significantly more palatable than what faced the team heading into the evening, when Boston needed a Beckett win just to make sure they’d see the inner confines of Fenway Park this year.
And the credit for that goes to, not surprisingly, Beckett himself.
Another eight innings with just one more run. That with the brimstone battle between himself and 86 year-old Kenny Lofton, who just fired Joshie up even more, if anything. From there out it was a perfect storm. David Ortiz hit like he has so many times in clutch playoff situations. Manny remained peeved that his first inning single, already being called the longest one-bagger in baseball history, wasn’t a homer and Dustin Pedroia’s shots finally started finding open grass. By the time it all settled down, Jonathan Papelbon was pitching the ninth of a very comfortable, 7-1 win.
Now, as Josh can go back and enjoy a little more of Ms. Peck’s time, the Sox shift their attention to Curt Schilling, needing the one-time postseason star to be one again. Will he come through? Hard to tell. His outing in Game 2 was anything but sterling, yet his reputation precedes himself.
That matter is for another day. Last night was all about Beckett, who got the best of Cleveland and the two-hearted Danielle Peck with another outing for the books.
Go ahead and breathe Sox fans. At least for a day.
The backs are up against the wall. This is it. A loss and it’s done.
Enter Josh Beckett.
Beckett goes tonight, and if he loses, there’s nowhere else to go.
The man who has owned the playoffs so far has to come up as big as he ever has. If he doesn’t, his team is in for a long offseason with renewed questions about Manny Ramirez, who will play third base, and whether key members of the team past and present will be around for 2007.
Naturally, now would not be the best time to come down with a sore back. But that’s apparently what has befallen Beckett. There are rumors that his prior outing against the Tribe at Fenway, nearly as dominant as his start against the Angels, included back stiffness and a lack of comfort. Terry Francona and the Red Sox brass aren’t answering questions about a potential injury, but they aren’t denying it exists.
Of course all this has been overshadowed by the latest round of Manny Ramirez hysteria and subsequent delusional hyperventilation. And that has overshadowed the fact that the Indians remain below the radar, a win away from the World Series with their two best pitchers headed to the mound. If C.C. Sabathia can come out with a chip on his shoulder, shouldn’t the Sox be particularly worried?
Yes they should. Now we get to find out if that’s justified, and whether the 2007 incarnation of the Olde Towne Team even has a tomorrow to think about.
