World Series Game 3, A Heart Breaker
It took 18 innings, but the Red Sox lost to the Los Angeles Dodgers 3-2 in World Series Game 3. This puts the Sox up 2-1 in the series and still in the cat birds seat for a World Series Championship.
It took 18 innings, but the Red Sox lost to the Los Angeles Dodgers 3-2 in World Series Game 3. This puts the Sox up 2-1 in the series and still in the cat birds seat for a World Series Championship.
The LA Dodgers just dispatched the upstart Brewers and cashed their ticket to face the Red Sox in the 2018 World Series. Cue the grainy black and white photos of The Babe in a Red Sox uniform. Cue The Dropkick Murphys grinding rendition of Tessy. Cue fans using the Brooklyn Robins in barroom and water cooler talk and the million google searches for ‘Red Sox Dodgers world series’ landing on the 1916 World Series page on Wikipedia. Cue every old Brooklyn Dodger fan coming out of the woodwork and slightly less grainy photos and videos of Roy Campanella and Jackie Robinson and Pee Wee Reese. Cue a mountain of content on the 1988 LA Dodgers World Series winners. Cue the Fever Pitch scene where the old guy counts off the string of Red Sox world series wins in 1912, 1915, 1916, 1918. Cue Dave Roberts making his fateful steal in the bottom of the 9th in game 4 against Mariano Rivera. Cue pictures of Alex Cora in an LA Dodgers uniform. The cue rating of this series is through the roof! It’s an old school, original 6 type of World Series that will be chock full of intrigue and potential controversy at the very least. With a resounding thud all the doubting and putting down of the 2018 Red Sox has been pushed off the desks of commentators nationwide
Let’s take a minute to appreciate Rick Porcello from the ho hum, nothing to see here, game 3 of the ALCS in Houston. He comes in to start the fourth inning and proceeds to give up a pesky pole special, 326 foot homer to Mookie’ Betts’ best pal, and number 9 hitter, Tony Kemp. Tony Kemp. What a gnat. If the script was flipped and Houston wins in 5 it might've been him instead of our beloved JBJ being the ALCS MVP. Then he faces the daunting top of the Astros lineup. Just imagine: The roof is closed on Minute Maid park, the smell of leather and the Jackson Street BBQ and Taco Trio in the air, the awesome noise of the Houston fans pounding on his amygdala. It’s Alex Bregman up to bat looking to atone for inciting the Sox with his Instagram post before game 3.