Chicago 5. Boston 3 (Chicago wins series, 3-0)
O, M, G. So much for my ‘Red Sox in 5’ prediction. In the second to last week of the season, the White Sox looked dead in the water, a team that had forgotten how to pitch, how to play defense, and most importantly, how to play small ball, that secret weapon of Scarface’s that got them this far.
But now, they look untouchable. Their pitching has been unhittable. The vaunted Red Sox offense scored two, four, and three runs respectively in the series. If you want to know what the Red Sox did wrong, look at the box score to Game 3. Simply put, they played Cubs’ baseball: they lived and died by the long ball. Those three runs? Three solo home runs, from TWO GUYS; one from Big Papi and two from Manny, who apparently wants out of Boston, again.
I will confess to bleeding Cubbie Blue, and that undoubtedly clouded my judgment of the Pale Hose in the playoffs. But now, I’m pulling all the way for them, and it’s actually for a noble cause: I would love to see two snakebitten, cursed teams win the World Series in back to back years. Has that ever happened?
