The tension in Boston is at a, shall we say, fever pitch. I've been nervous about this game since I woke up. Work was difficult. I'm not hungry. It feels like the playoffs, mostly because it is. Forget about needing to sweep, or even take two out of three, the Red Sox need to win tonight. It's like the NCAA tournament, survive and advance. Why tonight? Because I don't care what kind of season he's had, I don't want to face Randy Johnson on Saturday in a real must-win.
But what about the wild card? Forget about it, the White Sox aren't even going to attempt to beat the Indians. Of course they'll say they're going to play it like any other game, and when half the line-up is chewing sunflower seeds in the dugout they'll say they're resting, but you have to ask yourself this: who would you rather have as a potential playoff opponent? The suprising, yet still young Indians, or the veteran defending champs? Guillen is a sneaky little raton, he knows not to help the Red Sox.
Be back with more after the game. Keep your head on a swivel.
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