Thursday, September 09, 2004
As you may recall, I was cautiously optimist about the Sox chances over this last tough stretch.
A 6-3 record or better would make it difficult for the Wild Card to come out of the West, since the threesome are scheduled to beat up on one another the later half the September.
I never dreamed that the Old Town Team could go 8-1. Yes, 8 and f!ck!ing 1, folks.
The latest triumphs are supported by the club’s run differential. The Sox have been underperforming for most of the season. Now it is all coming together (although I have a slight concern about the pen) and translating into wins. This is not a fluke. The Sox are real. They have been the entire season.
Soxaholix summed up the transformation of the club nicely.
The Red Sox' progress this year is fucking glacial … What started slowly, beneath the surface, is now a merciless churning …
It will eventually make its way to the Bronx next Friday as a part of the quest to KILL STEIN. Volume II of KILL STEIN opens the following week in Boston.
IT’S SO ON!