The 2004th

     Someone wise once said there's a positive in everything. In the Red Sox 6-3 loss last night this positive came in the fact that we could at least try to sleep off the paultry events that had occured right away since the game got over fairly late. It didn't work, and unfortunately for us we wake today with our wild card lead relinquished and our backs further against the wall than ever.
     I could start off by discussing how the Red Sox a terrible team (which they are), or that they have a guy who looks like a petrified deer everytime he steps on the mound pitching today (Erik Bedard), but I won't since I'm pleading the 2004th. What's the 2004th? Well it's an amendment to the Red Sox Nation Constitution I just made up, that precludes those who choose to excercise it from throwing the towel in, in hopes that the Red Sox can produce a 2004 like result. Do I think it will work? I have no idea, but if it does it would be great.

                                                    Erik Bedard during a rencent start at Fenway.          (AP)
    
     As Peter Abraham of the Globe reminds us, the Sox number is two, and I have to be honest although my mind says the Sox can't do it as terrible statistic (such as our record 6-19 record in September), after terrible statistic runs through my head (our team ERA of 7.91 also for the month of September) I still believe the Sox have a chance. Not only because I'm pleading the 2004th, but also because I think I genuinely believe it. The Sox have two of their best pitchers (Erik Bedard, 5-9 with a 3.50 ERA and Jon Lester 15-9 with a 3.49 ERA)going in the make it or break it last two against the Orioles (who will be throwing Zach Britton 11-10,4.44 ERA today and Alfredo Simon 4-9, 4.85 ERA tomorrow), so things at least on paper (which hasn't been overly correct this month) look promising for the Sox.
     In the end, even though we're down, we're still not quite out. This thing can turn around in an instant, and as Red Sox fans we can't discount the possibly of a miracle. There are more Fenway Franks to be cooked and more games to be watched, all we need is a little bit of luck.