October 5, 2005
Watching at home. Red Sox do their thing and are up 2-0 in the first, then 4-0 in the third. David Wells, whom I will never, ever, ever forgive for his short time on the South Side, has the White Sox handcuffed, and the score stays there through four-and-a-half [note from the future: Buehrle would have been pulled after the third in today’s game, but pitches seven here].
My cynicism kicks in, and I am resigned to a loss and trying to cheer myself up.