So after a day of wearing my Sox gear at work, smiling, telling the cashier while buying my beer we have nothing to be worried about. We have done this three times after all. I came home turned off all my lights and crawled back into bed. My radio is set up to the game. But I have heard them lose on the radio against the Rays. I have seen them lose on my TV, on my neighbors TV, and in my bar.
My red socks are finally done in the dryer. The game is less than in hour away. And I’m still in bed. Terrified. Still haven’t ordered my food or touched the beer in the fridge. I am too nervous to go anywhere far to watch this one. Too much is at stake tonight. In fact I’m nervous I won’t even make it to the living room.
But tonight it’s Dice-K. And if there’s one man who has earned our trust in this series, it’s him. So slowly by surely, I will find my way to my socks, my beer, my TV, and if it starts looking good, I’ll even chance the bar.
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