Redsock Nation ready to send Smoltz to North Korea

Heck hath no fury...

I thought we were bad (and we are, by the way, totally bipolar, why deny it?)... but the bile gushing up from the wellsprings of jolly old Catholic Boston today for Mr. John Smoltz could propel a spaceship to Jupiter. And the Nation would like to see him on it.

"Smoltzuzaka," they call him. "Wild card race," they say. "David the Distraction" Ortiz, they decry.

This is like watching the Republicans meltdown last fall, when that lady robot in the McCain "town meeting" called Obama a terrorist, and he had to try and talk the party off the ledge. (QUICK QUESTION: Is anybody checking the levels of nitrous oxide in the planet's atmosphere?)

If we can keep this thing going for three more days -- it's probably too much to ask for -- but if we could sweep the bastards, give them a taste of what we've endured this year -- they might not get up off the mat again this year. If there was ever a standing knockout -- remember how George Chuvalo wouldn't fall? -- this is it. All we gotta do is take down Beckett today, or outpitch him. Clay Buchholtz isn't going to jumpstart this team. And it would be nice to see Jason Bay trying to be a hero, running in the outfield with his hammy barking.

We have them where we want them. It's been a long, long time since we've been here. No excuses. Or tomorrow, we'll be screaming about Burnettzuzaka.