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You win some you lose some, that’s the spirit of baseball. In dire straits, the Red Sox cultivated a formula for triumph, which included some top-quality pitching via Justin Masterson, intermittent with small-ball economics. The effort was magnanimous, but this fairytale was lacking the picture perfect ending.

It would’ve been wonderful to have rejoiced in celebration on the anniversary of our nation’s darkest day, the headings glorified on Sawxheads.com: ‘Well-earned Boston win, broadcast for an ESPNation to see, blushing victoriously in shades of red, white, and blue.’

Woulda, shoulda, coulda – simply put, our boys didn’t have it in them. Last night’s 14-inning mêlée was the second of two devastatingly close games, knocking the wind right out of the bandwagon sails. Lately, it seems as though heaven’s good graces are playing a little hardball with New England pride. Disconnected from the distress of my hometown environment, and WEEI (regretfully so), I’m actually coping quite well (easily distracted by all of those ‘college things’ if you know what I mean, haha ). Needless to say, I have dominated the emotions of my own psychological stock market. The October winds were whistling on a starry starry Wednesday night, but Tampa Bay countered with a hurricane force, and the battle for AL East supremacy is still far from completion. Don’t get me wrong, the playoff intensity was there, but the pumpkins weren’t quite ready to be picked yet. Last nights 5-hour nail-bitter featured superior bullpen work, ruined predictably by the ageless Mike Timlin, who in my opinion, has just redeemed his final ‘freebie’ blown game of the season. Cinco-ocho didn’t do much better, blowing his second consecutive 9^th inning lead. And I have a bone to pick with Mr. Francona -  where was J.D. Drew with the clutch, extra innings pinch hit?? Regardless of his back ailments, was that not a crucial opportunity to gain ground on your division rival??? Our team has been playing great as of late, but the pitching and defense and opportune hits (appropriate managerial moves?) have yet to congeal. Heartbreak resonates in the month of September, but things are looking positive as we trudge through the most difficult 3-series set of the season. Red Sox redemption will take place on Monday in Tampa for the final three-game set against the Rays—and our boys will be bursting with fire-power, armed and ready for the siege.

For now, we will rest and save our heroics for another day. It’s still September 11^th, and there is no day like today. It is so hard to put into words what you’re feeling on a day like this, especially for a journalist. 9/11 is the epitome of Patriotism, so seize the day (or what's rest of it) without fear or uncertainty of the future, because being alive is its own reward. I know that last comment may seem a little somber - but hey, no Sept. 11 tribute is easy.

Win or lose, Red Sox Nation will always bleeds red, white and blue.