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We did our part. We kept the faith. The Red Sox have already done what no other team has done in baseball history by coming back from a 0-3 hole to force game seven in the ALCS. And they didn't even have to cheat. (That's the first win where I didn't have an Ortiz walkoff pic!) Em's friend Adam says: Good fans see 3 straight losses and say "I believe!" Dirty rotten pieces of scum fans see 3 straight losses and throw baseballs at players and umpires. I am simply amazed at what Curt Schilling did tonight. With blood soaking through the sock on his injured foot, the man who the Sox went to as the last piece in an 86 year old jigsaw puzzle absolutely pitched one of the greatest, gutsiest games I've ever seen. I am just filled with joy and admiration. Wow. [UPDATE: the man had SURGERY yesterday?!] Mostly, I am just so grateful. Thank you Red Sox. I feel like we won this series, no matter what tomorrow's outcome. This game was a gift. One game left. I believe.

Since Jesus has left the building for these playoffs, I guess we're forced to reach back into the O.T. for some King David references. Or we could just rewrite the books, in particular the history books, because on the 471st pitch, Mr. Octizzle rose again. There's so much out there to read, so I won't rehash that stuff, but here's a couple things I didn't see elsewhere: No one seems to have noticed, but Terry Francona actually tried to Grady Little us in the 6th inning last night. I couldn't believe my eyes, after a month of saying "no way does Francona not learn from last year, from this September. He'll pull Pedro when he's done." Boy was I wrong. Amazingly, though, it didn't work. With Pedro, after relinquishing the lead for what would most likely be the last time ever in a Red Sox uniform, pitching to Hideki "Sox Slayer" Matsui, the 2004 season was absolutely, 100%, no doubt about it over. O-V-A. But all of a sudden, it wasn't. Pedro jogging off the mound, score still 4-2. It was at that point I knew the game was in the bag, and game seven didn't seem so far away. How about the Fox announcers inexplicably ignoring all the Big Papí signs? Did they really have no idea what that was about? Were they perhaps afraid to attempt to pronounce "papí" without Jon Miller around to help? After game two, where nary a half inning went by without mentioning the who's your daddy thing, Fox Sports just upped their hacktackularity to levels almost approaching their cable news department. I heard on the postgame interview with Pedro on the radio a reporter ask what papí meant, to which Pedro, of all people, chuckled and said "it means daddy." One hundred pages of praise for the Sox bullpen still wouldn't be enough. Em says "If there were one guy on this team I would marry it would be Trot Nixon. But if I were Mormon and I could marry two guys the other would be Tim Wakefield." Exactly. And here's your Bill Simmons for today. I tape all these games, starting with the 20 minute Fox pregame. Video tapes, on their longest setting, are six hours long. Last night, while I was out at Em's house watching the game, my tape reached the end of its run on the third pitch to Ortiz in the 14th. I'm pissed about that. And speaking of that at bat, apparently I blacked out during it because I had no idea that Papí saw 10 pitches, fouling most of them off. I don't remember a thing except Johnny throwing his helmet after scoring the winning run. Maybe I was just exhausted, since 10pm felt like 2am. I don't know how these guys are playing, I can't barely watch! Barring a rainout, see you tonight. Start spreading the news. And BELIEVE.

Due to, I assume, an overwhelming concern that Hideki Matsui will experience some sort of wardrobe malfunction, the Fox broadcast of the Red Sox games are about 5-7 seconds behind the radio feed. This means, unfortunately, that you can't mute the drivel coming out of Tim McCarvers Yankee-fellating mouth and listen to Joe and Jerry on WEEI. Here's what you missed in the bottom of the twelfth early this morning: The text of course doesn't do it justice, but you may be able to hear Jerry's "WAY BACK! WAAAAY BACK!" in your head (I hear it in my sleep!). And not to get ahead of ourselves here, but a win today sends the series back to New York with the same series record as last year, when, if you haven't heard, we went to extra innings in the seventh game. We have three great pitchers lined up. Believe.

Do you believe? Keep the Faith. Pedro at 5:19.

Oh good. The Yankees won one. I was almost feeling bad for them because they're obviously the inferior team. Now that they won a game, they'll have something nice to remember in the long off-season that is only about a week away for them. Of course, they won a game where the first 20 outs (out of 27 in a game) were in the book before the Sox got a hit, where they scored eight unanswered runs, six off of an injured pitcher, and they still had to bring in their closer. Nice win, guys. It will be your last. Keep the Faith.

It's late, so I think I might be dreaming. It's two in the morning and Red Sox Nation is somewhere between sleep and exhilaration. Did Pedro really just throw that amazing game? Regularly hitting the mid-90s, getting the big outs when he needed them? Holding the Angels to only three runs? Did the Sox really pull ahead against the most dominant guy in the best bullpen in the league? Then pile on against another member of that vaunted pen? Did the Red Sox really open the postseason 2-0, needing only one win at Friendly Fenway to move on? Did Theo really smile for a fraction of a second after the 4-run ninth inning? Did Foulke really just cruise through his outing? I must be dreaming.

The Unfrozen Caveman, Johnny is my homeboy Damon, said this after the Sox won big in game one of the ALDS: I can't wait for 10pm to watch my idiots try to go 2-0. Also, I meant to mention yesterday that Yankee right fielder Gary Sheffield called Twins ace Johan Santana "a modern day Curt Schilling, or Randy Johnson." Uh, Shef, Curt and Randy are still around. I guess some of that special cream went to his brain.

AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! I am very excited, as game one of the Red Sox-Angels playoff series begins in about an hour! The fridge is stocked with Fenway Franks and Sam Adams Octoberfest. It's a beautiful fall day in New England and Curt Schilling is toeing the mound in Southern California. Doesn't get much better than this, I think. The ProJo had great coverage today, especially this get-some-perspective piece by Bill Reynolds. And ESPN.com has good stuff, too, including the always enjoyable Bill Simmons. Play Ball!

This last week has been incredible for baseball fans. The AL East division battle went down to the last week. The AL West was decided in the last series, where the Anaheim Angels made a stunning run and passed the Oakland A's, winning the division in the penultimate game of the season. And it came down to the 162nd game before the first round matchups were set. In the National League, the past week was even more exciting. The Los Angeles Dodgers clinched their division on a walk-off grand slam, capping a week that featured three wins in their final at bat. The Chicago Cubs (and Nomah) blew what was clearly the easiest route to the postseason, going 0-5 over a crucial stretch of games. That allowed the all-but-written off Houston Astros to storm the NL wild card and lock up the final spot. My lab partner from this year is undoubtedly thrilled. Now that the bracket is set, here's my official post-season predictions (the comments are open to all baseball fans for theirs): ALDS: Sox over Angels in 4 games, Yankees over Twins also in 4 (Cy Young pitcher or not, the Twins might as well be the Devil Rays when playing the Yanks) NLDS: Astros over Braves in 4 games, Dodgers over St. Louis in 5 (this is my upset pick. I just think LA has got it this year) ALCS: Sox over Yankees in, of course, 7 excruciating games. NLCS: Dodgers over Astros in 6. World Series... I can't bring myself to say anything. There's a certain perennial phrase that's applicable here, and it's not the one that starts with "wait til." Here's my season-beginning predictions. Note I was only 2 games off from predicting the final record, and I nailed our position relative to the Evil Empire (we ended 3 back).

Tell me you all watched that game. Tell me you didn't give up in disgust as Keith Foulked up and flushed Curt Schilling's amazing performance down the pipes? Tell me you were standing in front of the TV, like me, with your heart in your throat as McCarty popped out and Damon is my Homeboy struck out. And please, please tell me you were screaming for Mark "Todd Walker '04" Bellhorn's ball to get down. Still we believe. Keep the Faith. Etc. There's a bit of 2003 in the air right now. Even Trot's on TV talking about the Lord. Wow.