Seeing as I really don't want to write much about the World Series (actually, can't write) due to an immense nausea that overwhelms me every time I think about tonight's game, such are the nerves, I thought I'd relieve the tension with a nice joke (via the Sports Guy on ESPN):
Q. What do you call 25 guys watching the World Series?
Yankee fans everywhere mourn the death of Robert Merrill, the Metroplitan Opera stallwart who boomed out our national anthem—with authority and class—at the Stadium for more than three decades, beginning in 1969. He was 87. He will be missed.
First the Sox, then the Pats, now the...BSO? Beantown's venerable symphony debuted its new musical director, New Yorker James Levine, at Carnegie Hall tonight—to a thunderous ovation. Our sources spied a gaggle of musicians departing rapidly after the gig, dressed head to toe in BoSox gear. Rumors also have it that, when schedules conflict, certain symphony players are charged with signaling game updates to their colleagues in Symphony Hall. Bravo.
This is pathetic. Laura Vecsey in the Baltimore Sun writes an article (subscription required) questioning Curt Schilling's injury, even going so far as to say that there's a chance he may have used magic marker to fake the "blood" (or whatever it was) on his sock. Do any of you Yankees fans want to go on the record and say you got beat by an injury-faker? Which is it? Did the Yankees choke to a healthy Schilling who fakes injuries or an injured Schilling who doesn't? Which is more pathetic? Vecsey can't come up with any specific Yankee names, and that throws the column into question, but in any case here's a nice sample from this preposterous article:
...we give you the New York Yankees - not that they're a totally credible source, considering their postseason misery at the hands of Schilling and the Red Sox.
Manager Joe Torre did posit the idea that the Yankees didn't bunt more on Schilling in that fateful Game 6 of the American League Championship Series because they weren't really sure how hurt he was.
Even factoring in the sour grapes, word out of New York is that some Yankees players wouldn't put it past Schilling to dab his sock with red magic marker, or apply generous amounts of Mercurochrome - anything to amplify the Red Sox's amazing postseason run and, of course, to hoist his stature.
Well, I don't know if the Sox will hold on tonight, but Curt Schilling's effort tonight has been just amazing - almost as clutch, if not more clutch under the weather conditions, as his ALCS game 6 effort. Considering the Sox have given the Cards 4 extra outs, it's as if Schilling went 7+ innings in near-freezing temperature, with an ankle in worse shape than ever before, against a truly scary lineup. It's an overplayed line that pro athletes can act like "warriors", but Schilling's work this past week, at least in metaphorical terms, has been just that.