When you score eight runs in playoff game you're suppose to win, not lose by eleven.

What the fuck happened? How did this pitching staff get so screwed up? We get down 2-0 to the Yankees, come home to a must win game and that's what we get? That was probably the most humiliating loss that I've ever witnessed. We deserve an apology and a cash refund.

That game was so disgusting that Fenway cleared out. Very spooky to see the ol' ballyard empty as the Yankees go up 3-0 on an ass kicking. At the end there were plenty of noisy NY'ers, good for them.

When the game ends I just sit down behind Section 25, right at that Red Sox sign with the NY logo on it. After a few minutes one of those Fenway Ambassadors taps me on the shoulder. "Are you OK sir?" I look up out of my hands and see a young girl, early 20s maybe, too young to understand what I've just been through. She didn't recognize me. Yeah, just bummed out of my shorts, I mumble as I get to my feet. "Don't worry, there's always tomorrow".

Tomorrow? The young one was right, we do play tomorrow, but it is the longest of longshots. These Guys have stepped it up before, but this?

What do I know?