It was another close one. The Sox got a boost from their scrubs–Millar, Cabrera and especially Bellhorn. Curt Schilling wasn’t brilliant but bully, giving the Sox a solid outing. Jon Lieber made one egregious mistake–the three-run home run to Bellhorn. The Bombers made it interesting with a run in the eighth to close the score to 4-2. But after Alex Rodriguez’s interference call, and some ugliness on the part of the Yankee Stadium crowd, Gary Sheffield went down softly. The Bombers had another chance in the ninth. Matsui walked, then Keith Foulke struck out Bernie Williams and got Jorge Posada to pop out to third. Ruben Sierra, with three strike outs to his name managed a walk. But it was just too much to ask of Tony Clark to put the ball in play. Foulke fell behind the giant slugger 2-0 and threw a room service fastball smack down the heart of the plate. Clark took it. The count eventually went full and Clark, predictably, whiffed to end the game. At least you can’t say it’s been dull. Both Yankee fans and Red Sox fans had their hearts in their hands during Clark’s at bat. While I hoped for the best, I’m sure deep down, Sox fans knew they could count on Clark to come up empty.

Again, what else could we have expected but a Game 7? The pitching will be a patchwork affair for both teams tomorrow. Hope is the thing with hair for Red Sox Nation tonight, while Yankee fans can nervously mull the possibilites of becoming the first team in history to blow a 3-0 lead. As it stands, the Sox are the first team to ever force a Game 7 after trailing 3-zip.

One more game. Does it get any more exciting than this? (Never mind that this kind of excitement I could live without.) We don’t have a cherce. Let’s everyone try to enjoy it. Because when you get down to it, what’s the worst that can happen? I know, the Yanks make history with a major collapse. Sure, we can look at what they’ve done wrong these past three games: they can’t get a big hit, Joe Torre refuses to use his bench at all. I’m sure there are other valid criticisms that we’ll torture ourselves with should they lose, but on the other hand, the Sox are a worthy foe. Damn how I loath them at this moment, but they will have earned a trip to the Serious if they can comeback from this kind of hole.

That said, it ain’t over til’ it’s over. Go Yanks.