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Holy shit, what a game.

I actually got to watch most of this one (I hardly ever get to see Red Sox games because I don't have cable and I'm in the blackout area for MLBTV - I've probably seen more of the A's than the Red Sox this season, sadly enough). But today we had a family gathering at my grandparents' house for Mother's Day, and of course the game was on.

We left in the middle of the ninth. My mom and family were driving me home, since I don't drive, and as we drove along, the game got very interesting indeed. We got to my house just after Varitek got his hit, and my stepfather said,

"It's because we're listening in the car. If we'd stayed and watched, they would have gone one-two-three."

My mom, silly unsuperstitious woman that she is, scoffed, but it sounded logical to me. Hell, I was wary of getting out of the car until the inning ended, but they were in a bit of a hurry.

But I guess that worked out okay.

Wow. Shut out through eight innings, then scoring six in the ninth to win it. Absolutely incredible. (Oh, and thanks for that bad throw, Kebmillah. I knew you still loved us!)

I wonder what the Tigers are going to do tonight. This upcoming series could be even more interesting than I've been expecting.

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IT IS THE DAY OF RIDICULOUS COMEBACKS, PEOPLE.

I still do not know what even happened in the ninth inning of that A's/Indians game. Lessee. The A's were down by two. And then there we two outs. And then there were two strikes on Eric Chavez (on my fantasy team! Got a homerun earlier! Woo!). And then Chavez said, "Fuck you guys, I'm getting on base," and he did. And then Milton Bradley said, "Check this out," and tied it with a homerun. And then Dan Johnson said, "I am KEEPING my hitting streak, goddammit," and got his first hit of the game. And then Bobby Crosby wanted to play too, because he knew damn well who was on deck.

Jack Cust is - okay, here's the thing. The kid's been in the majors for a week. He was brought up and stuck in as DH after Piazza's injury. And before today's game, he had five homeruns to lead the AL in homers for the month so far. In a WEEK. This kid is obscene.

So as he comes to the plate, the A's announcers are having this conversation: "Do you think this is too much to ask of Jack Cust?" "No way! Let's be greedy!"

Two pitches later, they are saying, "No way did that just happen. No way did that just happen." (As opposed to my more profane, "Oh my god, no fucking way did that just happen.")

Because Jack Cust? Got the three-run homer. And it was just way too perfect. Not only did I not expect it, I fully expected the opposite, to the point where my eyes informed me that Sizemore had caught the ball, and continued to insist that he had several seconds after my ears announced otherwise. And thus the A's not only won, but won 10-7.

First the Red Sox overcome a five-run deficit after eight innings of being shut out. Now the A's aim their loaded rookie at the Indians and say, "Make my day." What next?

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Well. Two outta three dramatic ninth inning wins ain't bad.