Foulke you!

Oh, thank God it's over. I was chewed down to my second knuckle.

11-9. Bring on the next game.

2 down!

4 fucking errors, but we still beat 'em.

I swear, did someone lather the team down with butter or what? When I saw that 6-2 scoreline, I smelt disaster on the wind. I was saying, "Come on - get down to the bottom of the ninth already." And when Foulke - my man Foulke - came on, I felt the pressure ease a bit.

But I'm not going to hope too much yet. Remember, the last time we were 2 games up was 1986.