It’s my birthday week (celebrated the big day Sunday) so I had the entirety of Tuesday unbooked to enjoy the slate of playoff games. Being sour grapes all the time keeps you from being too disappointed when things go downhill during a game. But on the flip side, you end up mourning a loss before the game is actually lost, when there actually may be a good chance of a win.
I went through three stages of grief all before a pitch was thrown in the Bronx, and a fourth early on in the game. The first visceral reaction came when I saw a rumored lineup card that ended up being pretty close to the actual curation Cora turned in, save for Rob Refsnyder and Romy Gonzalez’s first and fourth holes, respectively, being switched. This did not look like a Major League lineup. Many know me as the guy on this site who’s been building Nick Sogard up since he appeared in Worcester some two and a half seasons ago, but never would I have had him in a starting lineup against Max Fried in Game 1 of the Wild Card round. Same goes for Nate Eaton, not after watching how white hot Masataka Yoshida was for the whole month of September. I joked that Crochet would have to throw nine innings of shutout ball and the Red Sox would need to bring the Manfred runner home in the tenth. (Yes, there is no Manfred Man in the playoffs. It’s been a while since we’ve been here.)
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