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.

– Cameron Smith