It's not that I don't understand fully what the Schilling injury means to this series. The advantage flips to the Yankees, even if the score wasn't already 2-zip. (If only Vegas had known about the severity of the ankle injury before they set that -135 in favor of Boston, huh?)
I just can't believe that the dirtdog, happy-go-lucky, No "I" in "Team," Cowboy Up team (and Red Sox Nation in general) are acting like a bunch of crybabies.
Nobody is crying for the Yankees when Brown's back goes out; they got what they asked for when they signed a 39-year-old pitcher.
Nobody on the Yankees makes excuses when their ex-MVP first baseman goes down with various injuries; the waiver wire replacement hits a homerun.
If I was a Red Sox fan, I wouldn't even want to hear it.
If Schilling is injured or subpar, he's supposed to step up, make adjustments, get the job done. If he can't, then there are 24 other teammates on this $130 mill roster who can.
Varitek is proud because his team "almost" won game one, Francona is bragging about "almost" winning the AL East, claiming "moral victories" because they didn't throw in the towel after six innings in game one (and Joe Buck will remind you of Boston's feisty confidence every two minutes, in case you had forgotten).
Can you imagine Torre or Jeter claiming a "moral victory" in a game that they "almost" won?
A "moral victory" is just a code word for "loss." I can only hope that Boston keeps fighting and playing their hearts out so they can claim two more Never Say Die "moral victories."
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