Chew on this for a minute: if there is to be any more baseball played this season in the state of California- beyond this evening- the hope of such a scenario rests on the right arm of John Lackey.
In other words, screw West Coast baseball!
Oh, I kid.
Surely you don't have to remind the New York Yankees that it actually takes four wins to win a seven-game series; the last time they were this close to their 40th (40!) trip to the World Series, Terry Francona and his group of whiskey drinking cowboys in red-colored footwear staged the greatest comeback since the First Easter.
Once again the Bombers are just one victory shy of punching a ticket to the Fall Classic, in this, Year 2 A.T. (After Torre), and they turn to A.J. (Burnett) to carry them home.
Regardless of what happens for the remainder of the ALCS, two things I know: the winner plays the Philadelphia Phillies, and the World Series starts next Wednesday. I mean, unless Mother Nature intervenes or something, but now I'm just being silly.
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