I’m not the only one who has declared that the Red Sox postseason hopes are dead. That it’s the end of a really improbable dream. In fact, the end may have already passed us by, at least a week and a half ago. But the Sox, and we, are still hanging on. Barely.
Do you know what we need? You know what it’s time for? If we’re to salvage our once-promising season, we need a lucky charm.
There, I said it.
Grimace (or gay Grimace, as he has also become known) brought a change of fortune to the Mets.