It's still four hours 'til game time and my stomach is already in knots.
This is the epitome of sports. A seventh game between two rival teams. Do or die. Win or go home. Insert cliche here.
My pre-game ritual is all set up and ready go to go. But I'm wondering - do I tempt fate and the gods of baseball by putting some voodoo magic up here? Do I bring back Ted's head for game seven? What do you think? And shut up, Red Sox fans. I'm not talking to you.
Statia, I share my Tums with you. My last and final gesture of kindness before 8:00 comes and we are mortal enemies again. Take one and pass it on.