Thanks a lot, Pedro Martinez.

Your team goes on this wonderful late-season run, and sweep the Angels in the ALDS. Then, for some reason, the Sox just up and roll over for the Spankees. And now, thanks to your cute little soundbite from a couple weeks ago, we the people of Red Sox Nation have to put up with "Who's Your Daddy?" all fucking winter long. Damn, and we thought last winter was tough...

Your only possible atonement: a miraculous 8 game winning streak. C'mon, the Pats have won 19 in a row (closing in on 20)...you guys can make at least four.

The funny thing about all this is the huge amount of hype made over the ALCS last week. All these stories about how the Curse isn't really real, how it was fabricated over the last 20 years as an excuse to ease the pain of last time. And while I'm about 24 hours premature, I swear, if things continue on this trend, I think I really will start to believe in the Curse, that something not-of-this-world is really responsible. How else could the Sox just suck like that? What other explination fits so perfectly?

I don't know who's going to be harder on us: New Yorkers, or ourselves.

And bear in mind, I'm not a real die-hard Red Sox fan. A fan, yes, but I'm not going to do anything drastic. But it's really difficult not to get swept up in it all.

I knew there was going to be a riot this time of the year, one way or the other.

Funny how we've got one team that does nothing but win (and we love you for it, really), but the team we really want to win, just loses at the most inopportune times.

I don't think I'd so upset about this right now if we didn't lose 19-8 in Game 3.

posted by Tim at 1:42 AM