8/1: Beckett takes the hill.

A great, tainted memory.

But that comeback, that aforementioned comeback. It happened. The feelings were real, and they can not be taken away. Sitting in my recliner, by myself, watching a team on the brink of elimination. The improbable had already happened. The best closer the game has ever seen, Mariano Rivera, had already blown the save. Something in itself, that was remarkable.

Ortiz steps to the plate, one on, nobody out. The pitch…It is gone! Outta here! Game Over! A game 5 will be played. Those tears start to form, they try to run. I won’t let them. But this was the greatest moment that I had experienced in a long time. A long time. And it was only game 4. Game 4!