Where's the Dust Pan?
KC and I watched most of the game from O'Neil's, an Irish Pub here in Shalom. Since sweeping starts with a broom and brooms are big here, I'm thinking of using Samantha as the official symbol of Red Sox sweeps:



Clutch hitting was in effect. (I'm 33 years old and I still get confused between effect and affect.) And our pitching (and managing, thanks, Terry) was really great this evening. I loved the ole "one batter and you're beat" ballsy move executed by our skipper tonight. I'm speaking of Myers, who was less than pleased to leave the mound. Stolen bases. Good base running. Everything just sort of came together. I think the biggest thanks of all ought to be extended to fatty Wickman who helped us come out on top. Sweaty. Nervous. Off his game. It's fun to watch those kind late innings, even when you are chewing on bloody stumps.

1 game from 1st place. Striking distance, to be sure. We face Lieber in Philly next. It's all about revenge this year. I hope we smoke him.