Red Sox Force Game 7

Last night I could hardly sleep after the Red Sox beat the evil Yankees in game 6 of the ALCS. I've been asked several times over the last three days why the Red Sox fans are the saddest looking bunch of fans around. I have to agree, that every time they show someone in the stands, it looks like someone just killed their dog. It's hard being a Red Sox fan, no doubt. You get let down a lot, but in the end, you're still a fan, and this... game 7 against the Yankees, is why.

Bill Simmons sums it up pretty well:

For two straight days, I watched my beloved Red Sox stave off elimination against the Yanks, needing 26 innings over 27 hours to stay alive for Game 6 in New York. These weren't just baseball games. They were life experiences. They broke you down in sections. They made you question God, the meaning of life, whether sports should possibly mean this much. On Sunday night, I stewed in my seat vowing never to raise my kids as Sox fans. On Monday night, I skipped out of Fenway wondering if any other team could possibly mean this much to a group of people.

Read his whole article here. His game 6 review is here.

I've been a little distracted by the ALCS so I haven't been saying much about the Libertarians and their vie for the Presidency. If the Red Sox can do it, why not Michael Badnarik. "Why Not Us?" Someone get him a tee-shirt.