First he wins everyone in America a free taco. Then he comes up huge with three doubles in game three of the World Series, becoming “that guy” who the Rockies just can’t seem to keep off base. With all due respect to Coco Crisp, Jacoby Ellsbury is The Man.
Honestly, with all this pre-game three talk of humidors and sea level and mountain air, part of me was convinced that our biggest concern was going to be Red Sox players just drifting off into the atmosphere, untethered by gravity. But it was nice to see that even within carvernous Coors Field, the Sox just kept rolling, handing out the ass-kickage and spurred on by Jacoby and Dustin Pedroia — the one-two punch that will from this day forward be referred to by me as “Ellsbury ‘n’ Elf” — leading the charge.
For the second time in four seasons, we’re on the precipice. And while there’s a part of me that would love to see this come back to Boston, to see the final out recorded on that rich Fenway green, I know that the Gods of Baseball (a division of Gammons, Inc.) have Jon Lester starting tonight’s game for a reason. Because there’s no better way to see the season end than with a Lester win in the deciding game of the World Series.
More updates and nonsense throughout the day, on what could be the close of the 2007 run. But for now, it’s Wheaties time.
