Tonight, especially when it went to 4-1 Toronto, I decided we didn't need to win that game. Since the O's looked like zombies, I figured that we'd be either 1 or 2 back going into the final series. Either way, we'd have to sweep to assure winning the division without a playoff. The one thing I did think of was that if we got a win in classic walk-off Ortiz-style fashion, we'd have that slight leeway where we can lose one and still get the bonus playoff game opportunity, AND we'd have mega-momentum.

And David gave us exactly that. Big AND Little Papi came through large-time. Love seeing that frenzied Fenway crowd. It made me forget all about Tejada absolutely dogging it down the first base line multiple times. And Bedard pitching with this look on his face like his dog just died. It was really pathetic. I can't believe they actually got back in the game, and forced the yanks to use Gordon. Torre was so pissed at Sturtze, Jeter gave him a massage on the mound. I'm not joking.

So now it all comes down to this. Friday, Wang against Wells. I feel confident. Saturday, Pat & I will be in the bleachers, for our final 10-Game Plan game. Wake against Unit. Should be a great time. Then, Sunday, well, you know.

I am psyched.

I think the magic number is somewhere around....