I've seen this movie before.
When the Yankees were sinking like a stone, I bit my tongue. Buried behind enemy lines as I am, I consider keeping the joy of Sox to myself to be both polite and a smart way to avoid physical violence.
I even went so far as to feel bad for about a quarter of a second for some of my pinstripe-loving friends, who were suffering through what appeared to be an insurmountable series of losses.
What an idiot I am.
Like the killer in a B-horror-movie sequel, the Yankees are rising from the depths once again to strike fear into the heart of the Nation. And those formerly pitiable Yanks fans feel as if they've already closed the gap and are ready to assume their birthright atop the American League East.
But let's not go crazy just yet, Sox fans. Sure, this team has looked downright depressing for the past week or so. Sure, the pinstripes have now cut that 14.5 game lead in half. Sure, the Yanks have run off nine straight and we just dropped a series to a National League West ballclub.
After all that, we're still seven games up. Its not great, but we shouldn't be shocked that the Yanks got hot - we knew they were going to score a lot of runs, and the Olde Towne Team's current malaise is being magnified by the winning streak.
But let me propose a hypothetical. What if the Metropolitans come out tomorrow night and run Clemens out of the game in three innings, and the Sox get back on the winning track against San Fransisco?
I'd feel pretty good about that eight game lead.
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