DATELINE: Third _ Tonight's the tonic for Team Toss-up, as the Fenway Furbies face the fearsome fact of fate -- because the Yankee/Ray devil series ensures that Dice Matzaball and his Krafty Ks can gain gorgeous ground in the Race for the Cure -- the cure, that is, not for Cancer but also-ranhood.
To be blunt, this ol' scribe says it's time for the Boston frozen craniums to leave skull-pal Ted Williams back in the Sam's Club freezer section and stiffen their game bats with the furriest palms action since Dustin Pedroia's brother finished watching his Gary Coleman DVD collection. This is the money series for J-Beck, Juicebox Papi and Green Monster Inc.
September baseball is what they're being paid for.
Yesterday's big Bosock win chops the AL deficit to eight -- a mere two four-game sweeps and a couple colorbone collisions in the outfield. The future is here, the time is now, the place is third, and tomorrow is the future -- which, as stated earlier, is here. Now.
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