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For quite some time now, I have known that with our pitching the way it is, the Red Sox would not make it too deep into the playoffs. This is about as far as I expected them to get, and I am satisfied. Any further than the Division Series would just be a wonderful, exciting bonus. This is probably why, other than my snide observation that Bellhorn would have turned that DP, I am not too awful pissed at Graff. Well, also because I love Graff and mostly he does good things for us. But, yeah, I pretty much said my goodbyes to this Red Sox season a while ago, and have made my peace with it. If they pull it together and take this series, I will be delighted. If they don't, I will be okay with that.

Moving on to other teams I have in the postseason, DUDE ASTROS. My dream was wrong. Andy did go today, and we didn't win 3-1.

We won 10-5.

And my Houston boyfriend Morgan Ensberg got five RBI. One of which came after the Braves intentionally walked Lance Berkman to get to him. Silly Braves! Only other time I can think of off the top of my head that the other team threw an intentional walk to get to Morgan, he immediately hit a grand slam. This time it was the one RBI on a single, but that works too. Oh, and that single? Scored Andy Pettitte, who was on third after hitting a ground rule double and being sacrificed to third by Biggio. That might be my favorite run of the entire night.

I love my Astros. When I think about how they looked in April and May, and where they are now, I am just so proud. I know I've said that before, possibly more than once, but it just keeps coming to me all over again. So proud.

Oh yeah, and also the Yankees lost. Go Angels!

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Stupid Yankee fan alert!

Last night after the Sox game was over, our local sports station switch to the Yankees game. So I'm listening to the sportscasters discuss how poor Jaret Wright has turned into your basic human target in the past month, with balls and bats flying at him and the Hubble threatening to fall on his head.

Meanwhile, this chick in a shiny new Yankees hat (which, astoundingly enough, was not pink, which is the only detail that is missing to really complete the picture) is heading for the counter. As she arrives, I say to the radio (I like to talk to the radio), "Man, take a hint and retire before you get killed!"

"Who?" asks the Yankee fan.

"Jaret Wright," I tell her, and go into a bit of detail about all the missiles he's been hit or nearly hit with lately.

And she says: "Who? Is he on the Red Sox?"

. . . yeah. *facepalm*

While I'm floundering in my amazement, she somehow comes to the conclusion that I am a Yankee fan and announces, "I think the Red Sox are just the worst team in the league."

Uh huh. That's why they made the playoffs. I didn't even bother to disabuse her of her notion because, really, what do I give a shit what some moron bandwagoner thinks?

Oh, I wanted to make fun of her SO BAD, and if she hadn't been my customer, I would have. As it was, I had to settle for replying to her chirpy departing "Go Yankees!" with an icky sweet, "You go ahead and Google Jaret Wright when you get home, sweetie."

Hahaha wow. I'm so used to the intelligent Yankee fans I know, like Sars and new_world_smurf, that I totally forgot about how many bandwagoners show up this time of year, the dumbasses in new hats that'll be worn for three weeks who couldn't name half the lineup and think Joe Morgan is insightful. Sure, the Red Sox have their share of those, but for the Yankees, they just show up every year like clockwork.

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The people who keep mentioning that the Braves took five of six from the Astros in the season series would do well to remember that all six of those games happened in April and May, when the Astros sucked at life and went 15-30. The 'Stros have since become the first team since the 1914 Boston Braves to make the playoffs after being fifteen games under .500. Just a couple little tidbits I thought I'd share.