"Hi."
The last time the Anaheim Angels stepped on our turf, we were fighting for our lives in the 2009 ALDS. Now, the stakes are even higher; our dignity’s on the line, folks. And after watching the lowly Baltimore Orioles sit on our lunches all weekend, I’m eager to see some Boston-generated carnage on the field. I want to see Joe Saunders leave the game in tears and question his vocation on the ride back to the hotel tonight. I want Ortiz and Drew to belt 16 home runs each (technically not impossible if the game goes 87 innings). And I want the Angels’ lasting image of the 2010 Red Sox to be Youk’s hairy ass hanging out of the Fenway clubhouse window as their team bus screeches down Yawkey.
It’s a simple dream, people. But it’s my dream.
