Cuz I do. And if there is one thing I’ve learned since my blind obsession with the Red Sox began in The Year Of The Cowboy, it’s to never count the Sox out. Especially when David Ortiz is at the plate with the game on the line. He is, after all, the Greatest Clutch Hitter in the History of the Red Sox. and He has the damn plaque to prove it. Tonight was a classic. Veektor Sparticus had no Trouble catching the deadly knuckler and said it himself after the game. David Ortiz hit an oppo homer into the Monstah that brought memories of the 2004 ALDS game 3 winner of Jarrod Washburn and the Angels. Shit even Alex “A-Gone should B-Gone” Gonzalez jacked one into the coke bottles. Timmy Wakey came off the DL and returned to Timmy- Lights-Out-Captain-Morgan-myknucklermakesyoueatshitandlikeit-Wakefield going 7 innings giving up only 1 run. and throwing only 21 balls ALL Night. and then it happened. When I was writing my blog the last 2 days, I realized that the magic truly wouldn’t be Magic until David Ortiz became Big Papi, the most feared hitter in baseball, again. And maybe tonight’s performance would be a stretch to say that, But shit it sure made me giddy. This team has Magic my friends. Keep up the Roberts Mentality Boys. Right Where It Hurts. Oh, and on a side note, Timmy deserves a city named after him.