Alright. It's getting harder to be positive, and I'm going to skewer Corey Hart in a post this afternoon, but let's look on the bright side of Game Two:
(1) (And this one is probably deserving of its own post) JAMES JERRY HARDY GOT TO A BALL HIT TO HIS LEFT!! And not only did he make a diving stop, he threw the guy out from his knees! OK, yes, fine, it was Pedro Feliz. But still -- JIM JERRY GOT TO A BALL HIT TO HIS LEFT! I nearly fainted.
(2) Bill Hall and Rickie "Cumstain" Weeks -- why "Cumstain," you ask? Because, like a cumstain, it's next to impossible to get rid of Rickie Weeks, and he's a source of endless embarassment whenever someone notices he's still around -- didn't see the field.
(3) CC left everything he had on the mound last night. Thanks, big man. Fuck all of those Indians fans who say that you don't come up big in the post-season. You've been pitching the equivalent of post-season games for the last three weeks, and you've been a fucking beast. God bless you and your alliterative initials.
(4) Corey Hart might have had some bad chicken on the plane ride home, got afflicted with dysentery, and died.
Dammit. Messed up the last one again.