Apparently this is the week for the Blob to torment the fan bases of its betters.
First there was the boundless fun of pointing out the way the Cubs routinely punish their fans in the manner of a sadistic child pulling the wings off flies. And now ...
It's the Red Sox!
Playing the Yankees!
For the 245th time this season or something!
Yes, all you Sullys in Beantown and wanna-be Beantowns, it's the greatest playoff scenario possible, and also the nightmare scenario. You get the hated Yankees in the ALDS, and your team comes in having won 108 games, a franchise record. Is that not a setup for the most crushing disappointment ever? Would the Yankees ruining all that not be the wicked pissah of all wicked pissahs?
I mean, sure, you came from 3-0 down to knock out the Yanks the last time you met in the playoffs, which was 2004, the Year of Jubilee in Boston. But you were underdogs then. Now you're the doggiest of overdogs, and it's the Yankees who are the quasi-upstarts. So you know in your bones exactly what's going to happen here.
Aaron Judge will hit eleventy-hundred home runs and the Yanks will knock you out in Game 5 in Fenway.
Or, Giancarlo Stanton will hit eleventy-hundred home runs and the Yanks will knock you out in Game 5 in Fenway.
Also, one of Aaron's or Giancarlo's bombs will hit the Citgo sign and blow it up.
They will ruin the greatest Red Sox season ever. You know it's coming. You know it's coming the way you knew Bird would always find McHale open for the layup.
After all, you only won the season series by one game. And the Yankees won 100 games themselves. So it's not like it would even be a monumental upset. It would only be one of the more aggravating.
Especially when you consider who's sitting in the Yankees dugout as their manager now.
Aaron Boone. Aaron ... Bleeping ... Boone.
Pleasant dreams, Sully.
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