I'm pretty sure that's what Don Orsillo said after Big Papi's walk-off blast cleared the right field wall of Fenway last night, his 13th game-winning hit in a Red Sox uniform. I say I'm pretty sure because despite the fact that I was actually in my living room, I felt instantly swept into Fenway Park as soon as he made contact. Last night felt different, in no small part because of Tuesday's ugly-but-heartening comeback- a game WEEI's Dale Arnold called "possibly the most important game of the season so far". Suddenly we feel like nothing can hold the Red Sox down, a feeling we've had for the past few years, a feeling that the Sox bats could bail us out of anything. We'd lost that late inning confidence this season, but suddenly it is back, and back with a vengence. When Lugo walked in the ninth last night, I thought "here we go". When David Ortiz walked up to the plate, I said aloud to no one in particular "Game Over". I'll admit, a few days ago, I probably would have been sweating but things are different this week. The "come from 7 down to win 16-10" game put the spring back in the step of the Fenway Faithful. Last night re-affirmed the Faith. Away we go...
Get your sleep tonight folks, The Big Weekend is coming. Full analysis of the Sox-Yankees series tomorrow for Barstool Friday.
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