Jhonny Peralta, name miss spelled and all, is the new Mr. October and Paul Byrd, the semi-retarded brother of Phil Dawson and all, is the new Pedro Martinez.
OK, maybe not that far but what a fun game last night. I use the word fun loosely because before the fifth inning I was looking at the fork on my table next to me and thinking about gauging my eyes out. I had about enough of 65 and 80 mph pitches confusing two of the best offensive line-ups in baseball.
I liked what Bryd said about this being the slowest pitching match up ever in the postseason. It had to be. I still don’t know how Byrd does it but I’m glad he does. He needs to do it only one more time this year.
As for Wakefield and his floating knuckler, I knew it would only be a matter of time before they figure it out. Casey Blake, the most under appreciated man on the team, opened the floodgates with a blast to lead off the fifth inning. He finished off the inning with a bloop single for the seventh and final run of the inning. In-between, Peralta blasted his second 3-run homer that basically won sent the Red Sox back to Boston by themselves.
Once Blake hit his HR, I knew the Indians would win. It was one of those games that had a 2-1, 3-2 type feel to it. Who ever scored first would have the advantage and, like every game this series, it was the Indians. A couple more runs, then JP rocked the town with his MVP like blast.
Boston tried to get back in it. Back-to-back-to-back home runs sorta scared Tribe fans. That is, until Manny did his little everyone-look-at-how-far-I-just-hit-the-ball thing he does. He acted like he just won the game. As far as anyone knows, Manny might have thought he had won the game. Manny being Manny might not have even know his team was down 7-3 after the HR and I know he didn’t know what inning they were in. Don’t think the baseball gods liked that at all.
I don’t want to get a head here and say the Indians are going to the World Series yet. After all, this is Cleveland and Boston made that historic comeback against the Yankees three years ago. But I can’t see Boston doing that again this year.
It’s all up to C.C. Sabathia now. Pitching at home, he has to get the job done. C.C.’s too good not to come out throwing darts. Now I’m more pissed than ever I gave up my ticket to Game 5. Come on Rosie. Let me get it back.