chickens and goats
Let this be a lesson in counting your chickens before they die:
The New York Post lets their early deadline get in the way of accuracy. The Smoking Gun, as usual, is there.
And for all of you blaming the Red Sox loss on Steinbrenner's wallet or Babe Ruth, your true goat is not your enemy but your savior. Pedro Martinez and his ego ripped a win right out from under the Red Sox. He, Boston fans, is the one that stole your thunder and broke your heart.
Yes, Grady Little is to blame in part for leaving Martinez in so long; that's been said a million times around the country today, at the very least. But it was Martinez's arrogance that let Grady make the move that kept Pedro in the game. Martinez wanted this W at all costs and at the moment he walked back out to the mound when he knew damn well his arm was tired and he had thrown too many pitches, he was letting down his team mates, his fans, all of Boston and every Yankee hater out there.
He is this year's Bill Buckner. Perdro's gaffe may not have been as obvious as a ball between the legs but it is much less forgiveable.