Being a Red Sox fan all these years produces some weird sort of disease that cannot be cured just by winning a couple World Series.
How is it that I was more confident of a Red Sox series win after Game 1 than I am now? The Sox are obviously in the best possible position, with the best possible choice taking the mound. Yet I worry. I evision Josh Beckett failing miserably, then Jon Lester being outpitched, and suddenly we’re heading back to California tied at two games apiece.
It’s silly, I know, but as we’ve said before, a lifetime of woe doesn’t simply go away. Here’s to a quick, easy victory tonight, so we can start worrying about Tampa Bay.