I haven’t yelled about sports as much as I’d like to on here lately. I had wanted to do a postseason preview at the beginning of the month, but everything got thrown out of whack. So in this post, you’ll find my thoughts and loudly spoken opinions about the 2018 World Series.
The Matchup: Boston Red Sox + Los Angeles Dodgers
I forced myself to stay up to watch the Red Sox clinch the ALDS and ALCS, going to bed around midnight or so after those games. Now I’m going to have to stay up to watch all of the World Series games.
BUT YES MY BOSTON RED SOX ARE GOING TO THE WORLD SERIES FOR THE FOURTH TIME IN FIFTEEN YEARS AND I’M SO HAPPY I COULD YELL. SO HERE I AM, YELLING.
The last time the Sox were in the World Series was in 2013, when I was a sophomore in college going through some stuff. I relied a lot on the Sox to keep my sanity and I had something to distract me from everything else that was going on. After the final out, I cried in the living room of our apartment, and my roommate came out of our bedroom and asked what was going on because she could hear the boys who lived next door yelling.
I was really hoping the Brewers would have won game seven because I don’t like the Dodgers. And I especially don’t like them now that they have Puig and Machado. I know they’re very expressive players and all that, but sometimes they’re just cocky or play dirty—cough, cough, the Machado play at first during the NCLS. My dad, who’s a Tigers fan, said he’s going to root for the Sox, and that never happens, because he doesn’t like the Sox.
I’m going to be honest, I don’t know much about the Dodgers ability to play, except for the fact that they’ve made it back to the World Series. (The Rangers also made back-to-back appearances in the World Series and lost both, so…) I’m assuming they’re a good team, but one would also assume the Sox are a good team, and I swear I’m going to die of a heart attack from watching Red Sox baseball.
Everyone is hitting pretty well—did anyone have Jackie Bradley Jr. as ALCS with nine RBI in the office pool?—but pitching is a whole other story. Like for the life of me I can’t figure out what’s wrong. None of our starters have made it past like five innings? (Well, David Price magically went six innings in game six and GOT HIS FIRST POSTSEASON WIN EVER. Because that’s a trait you look for in a dependable starter. Nathan Evoladi also went six in game five.) And don’t forget about Chris Sale’s “belly button ring” issue.
It’s either they’re not good or they’re being babied. But why would you want to pull one of our starters for our bullpen, which is just okay—depending upon which way the wind is blowing, who’s the umpire in right field, or if there’s a chance of rain. I feel, though, that in this postseason, we’re seeing a lot more of teams’ bullpens than the starters going six innings. What happened to starting pitchers throwing seven innings? Is that now as outdated as the bullpen carts—which didn’t have as big as an impact in the league as I wished they did this season?
I am going to be very exhausted for the forseeable week or so. Any suggestions for activities for me to do while staying up until midnight to watch games? I fell asleep during the seventh inning of game six in the ALCS, so I can’t be dozing during World Series games.
The Sox can’t lose the World Series, because I don’t know what I’d do if they did. I need them to win. Like very badly. Can the baseball Gods be on our side this season?