That's right, I didn't follow the thread title format. You know why? Because the s*** ends tonight. A Sox loss combined with a Yankee win is like a rain storm because the worms come out. You can see it with the return of Gom and others of his ilk.
So, it's time to stop the rain.
Long as I remember the rain been comin down.
Clouds of mystry pourin confusion on the ground.
Good men through the ages, tryin to find the sun;
And I wonder, still I wonder, wholl stop the rain?
I went down virginia, seekin shelter from the storm.
Caught up in the fable, I watched the tower grow.
Five year plans and new deals, wrapped in golden chains.
And I wonder, still I wonder wholl stop the rain?
Heard the singers playin, how we cheered for more.
The crowd had rushed together, tryin to keep warm.
Still the rain kept pourin, fallin on my ears.
And I wonder, still I wonder wholl stop the rain?
Curt will stop the rain, that's who. Today, we go to the old war horse. Old blood and guts (and bloody socks). This is a big game, and while Beckett may be the ace of the staff, Curt is still the big game pitcher. Today he shows it again.
http://www.francisward.com/images/warhorse.gif vs. http://www.doubledogmusic.com/images/2005/piggy_blanton_small.jpg