Let’s Do It!!!

Okay…first things first.  Get the he11 off of Tony Graffanino’s back.  Steve Buckley has a great piece in today’s Boston Herald about how his error last night isn’t even close to being in the same league as Buckner’s error in 1986.  (He also mentions how it was just ESPN who made that comparison.  ESPN and one idiot reporter from Chicago, according to WEEI this morning)

The Red Sox lost.  Big deal.  It isn’t the first time they’ve played themselves into a hole, and it certainly doesn’t mean the series is over (sorry ChiSox fans…but it really isn’t over just yet).  It stinks that they’ve done this yet again…but in Red Sox Nation, we’ve learned to deal with it.  Over the past two years, the Sox are 8-1 in elimination games.  I like our chances.

Taking from my boy Kevin Millar from the afternoon before game 4 of the 2004 ALCS, "Don’t let them win tomorrow".

Sox win on Friday with Wake on the mound…and the ChiSox get to see Schilling for game 4.  Now he might not be the Schilling of old.  But he’s p1ssed and a little embarrassed and he wants to win dammit.  So the ChiSox could be in trouble.

The last remaining players from the magical "Cowboy Up" season of 2003 could all be gone next year (well, at least most of them…we know Wake and Tek will still be with the team…)…these guys aren’t going down without a fight.  No way.

And finally…it’s been posted on SoSH, posted on Surviving Grady, probably posted on the RSFF and sent to me in three different emails…so I’m posting it here too…just for more good vibes:

D-Day: War’s over, man. Wormer dropped the big one.

Bluto: Over? Did you say "over"? Nothing is over until we decide it is! Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? Hell no!

Otter: Germans?

Boon: Forget it, he’s rolling.

Bluto: And it ain’t over now. ‘Cause when the goin’ gets tough…
[thinks hard]

Bluto: the tough get goin’! Who’s with me? Let’s go!
[runs out, alone; then returns]

Bluto: What the f*ck happened to the Delta I used to know? Where’s the spirit? Where’s the guts, huh? "Ooh, we’re afraid to go with you Bluto, we might get in trouble." Well just kiss my a*s from now on! Not me! I’m not gonna take this. Wormer, he’s a dead man! Marmalard, dead! Niedermeyer…

Otter: Dead! Bluto’s right. Psychotic, but absolutely right. We gotta take these bast*rds. Now we could do it with conventional weapons that could take years and cost millions of lives. No, I think we have to go all out. I think that this situation absolutely requires a really futile and stupid gesture be done on somebody’s part.

Bluto: We’re just the guys to do it.

D-Day: Let’s do it.

Bluto: LET’S DO IT!