'...There was no reason to have not put Stapleton at first for the bottom of the inning once they took the lead either...'
Yep. Damned Calvin Schiraldi always got a pass.
Game Six wrecked me so bad, I couldn't bring myself to watch it. I was in a bar for both games. A friend told me they were winning in game 7. It didn't matter. Knew they were done.
Fast forward to 2004. June/July, Sox are 10 games back. I'm drinking bourbon, with my Sox hat on (that I got from the Lansdowne shop on my honeymoon) when two gross, oversized Yankee fans walked in, started playing pool. One of them, in that filthy new york accent pointed at my hat and said "Your guys a looozas, and you'll always be looozas."
Circled the bar in record time, dropped the bigger of the two with one shot to the jaw, just in time to watch the half of the pool stick broken over the back of my head, fly through the air like a helicopter blade. It went downhill from there.
I had to get peeled off of the floor. That following week, they started gaining ground and later (a month after my father in law died) they won the series. One beating for a championship? Gladly.
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