I'm guessing you're too young to have any angst about 1986, then, huh? Because the Mets and Red Sox certainly don't like each other, even on the Yankee-centered principle of "the enemy of my enemy is my friend."
*cringe* Okay, we're doomed. I don't know why I ever said I felt anything less than absolute and abject terror in anticipation of this game. I hate the friggin' Angels.
hehe, i know about 1986. i'm just a fan of any team that is NOT a fan of the yankees, basically. i'm a mets fan cause i live in NY and my family is all mets fans, but a red sox fan by choice. i guess i do follow the enemy of my enemy is my friend theory.
But...but...I'm having so much fun writing about Damasio's semantical differences between "feeling" and "emotion"! It's worth staying up until 4am for this kind of fun!
The worst sin of all is that Santana's pitch count is only in the 70s. They'll never get rid of him at this rate, and they need to get to the bullpen to really have a chance.
How can you reanimate what wasn't really there in the first place? I %&*$ing hate this. The Yankees had their chance and blew it, barring some kind of miracle. Ugh.