Way to go Sox Nation! I'm damn near deaf in both of my oversized yet equally hidden green ears. My eye black was running last night, through tears of happiness and joy.

 You see, last night - something transformed the Friendly Confines. As opposed to the corporate hob-knobbery that took place the previous two games there was actual life inside our little bandbox. I dig it!

 Way to follow through on my request, Sox nation! Truth be told I'm not ready to give this season up yet. Not quite. Not when little Dusty is running around the clubhouse chugging Red Bulls and snorting confection sugar. Not when Papi finds his swing at that right. exact. moment. we needed him to.

  Not when Maddon's glasses are still on straight. No sir! No Ma'am!! We're still fighting! You had your collective Tampa foot on our throats and you got lacidasical. You didn't allow that sense of urgency to drive you home to Tampa WITHOUT the Boston Red Sox, the Defending World Champions of the Baseball Universe, hot on your trail.

 We're coming Tampa.  Can you hear it?

 Bring out your cowbells, and your mohawks, your hipster glasses, and your geriatric fan base and give away hot dogs and corndogs and chicken sandwiches, with cotton candy for the children. The next few days the Rays will be giving away free sleeping masks, mainly for the children who are about to witness the pure and utter, unadulterated awesomeness that is about to be unleashed in Florida. 

 I can feel it, Sox fans, can you? We've been here before - and scarily enough - it's quite a bit comfortable.

 and who said these guys never made you work for it?!

 GO SOX!