… and apparently it crumbles. Wow, no one saw that coming. Just kidding, people. Sheesh. You take everything too seriously.

No, Josh Beckett is just as worthy of the devotion Dan and other Red Sox fans give him. He didn't need tonight to prove it, but you can add another trophy kill to the pile. He did indeed adjust to Rockies hitters. He had a lot more early 1-0 counts than in the ALDS and ALCS, but it didn't matter, he was confident and pitched with authority in one-, two-, and even three-ball counts. The only way the Rockies were going to have success was if they were able to get hard contact early and often, and when Beckett struck out the side in the first inning, you kind of knew the imperative was on Jeff Francis to deliver because Josh was dealing.


That… (ee!)

did… (oof!)

not… (ugh!)


From Dustin Pedroia's leadoff blast to the brutal two-out rallies that killed us in seemingly every inning thereafter - particularly that brutal 34-minute fifth where we were begging for the mercy rule to be invoked - to the final emancipating out, we were outmatched.

The Red Sox and their fans are used to rolling over their opponents these last four games, so the challenge for the Rockies will be to see how they pick up the pieces from this entirely new feeling of losing - let alone taking the kind of bludgeoning we took tonight -- for the rest of the series. After a loss like this, there's not much more you can do than tip your cap to Boston. But you know what? The extra runs don't carry over and the Red Sox still have to get three more to win the series.

Bill Mazeroski and the 1960 Pittsburgh Pirates got their tails handed to them in three of the seven games against the New York Yankees, but still hung on for tough wins in the other four contests.

This series isn't over yet. Ubaldo Jimenez takes his turn against Curt Schilling tomorrow. More on that in the morning, though, because right now I feel like I need to salve some bruises.

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