Well, here we are leading the Wild Card by three--and then we go to Chitown--The Windy City--The Home of Capone--and so on. Friday night, we get our ass (as well as any other part of our anatomy) handed to us. After three, it's seven zip, Chisox. Game's end and it's 12-2, Chisox. What's worse, since I, as regular followers of the blog know, like to refer to things of historical significance, is that the Pale Hose got 20 hits--the first time that's happened against the Bosox in almost half a century, 1960, to be exact. Ugly!!
OK, so today it's a new day. Better luck, right? Wrong! In a day game [baseball played as it was meant to be--my God, I'm starting to sound like a Cubs fan, Jenn], our heroes came out behind the second return of Wake, and played as if it were as funeral; which, if we keep this up, it very well will be. Three hits, K'd 11 times, and we're on the short end of the score, 5-1. Fortunately, today the Rangers also lost, so we maintain our two game Card lead. Unfortunately, Mr. Hankie's Yankees won so we're now 8.5 back of them. Had we won on Friday night, we'd be three up on Texas and 7.5 behind the Stripes. Woulda', Shoulda', Coulda'.
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