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I Just wanted too remind you that the red sox are going to the world series and your not in one of the if not thee worste chokes in history...

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Evil1

one of the worst? no. thats easily the worst

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LiveDose

learn how to spell.

Babaganoosh

I think you set a record for the most typos in a sentence.

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brizzad

english 101 is an amazing thing - go look into it

definately not a horrible choke, the red sox just wanted it more this year, and they put up a good fight

Holly Lez!

I give props to the Yankees and their fans.. Man I wish I was back in Boston watching this... Such a sweet win for us

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Babaganoosh

Why would you give props to their fans? They acted like infants.

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pxxx

Big CHOKE, I said it from the beginning and i will say it again. FUCK THE YANKEES, I have never seen a team with such boastful, and cocky fans. I can't wait for the Yankee fans to come and try to bash me.


I hope there aren't any sore losers in the house tonight.



GOOOOOOOO REDSOXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Rollin Studios

I'm a yankees fan, and I would have to say the red sox deserved it.

Good luck in the world series.

clixx

Baseball at it's best
Yanks and Sox , great Series !!

anyone remember this poem from gradeschool?
it's a little long but worth the read

Casey At The Bat
by Ernest L. Thayer

The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Mudville nine that day,
The score stood four to two, with but one inning more to play.

And then when Cooney died at first, and Barrows did the same,
A pall-like silence fell upon the patrons of the game.

A straggling few got up to go in deep despair.
The rest clung to that hope which springs eternal in the human breast.
They thought, "if only Casey could but get a whack at that.
We'd put up even money now, with Casey at the bat."

But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake;
and the former was a hoodoo, while the latter was a cake.

So upon that stricken multitude, grim melancholy sat;
for there seemed but little chance of Casey getting to the bat.

But Flynn let drive a single, to the wonderment of all.
And Blake, the much despised, tore the cover off the ball.

And when the dust had lifted,
and men saw what had occurred,
there was Jimmy safe at second and Flynn a-hugging third.

Then from five thousand throats and more there rose a lusty yell;
it rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;

it pounded through on the mountain and recoiled upon the flat;
for Casey, mighty Casey, was advancing to the bat.

There was ease in Casey's manner as he stepped into his place,
there was pride in Casey's bearing and a smile lit Casey's face.

And when, responding to the cheers, he lightly doffed his hat,
no stranger in the crowd could doubt t'was Casey at the bat.

Ten thousand eyes were on him as he rubbed his hands with dirt.
Five thousand tongues applauded when he wiped them on his shirt.

Then, while the writhing pitcher ground the ball into his hip,
defiance flashed in Casey's eye, a sneer curled Casey's lip.

And now the leather-covered sphere came hurtling through the air,
and Casey stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.

Close by the sturdy batsman the ball unheeded sped --
"That ain't my style," said Casey.

"Strike one!" the umpire said.
From the benches, black with people, there went up a muffled roar,
like the beating of the storm waves on a stern and distant shore.

"Kill him! Kill the umpire!" shouted someone on the stand,
and it's likely they'd have killed him had not Casey raised his hand.

With a smile of Christian charity, great Casey's visage shone,
he stilled the rising tumult, he bade the game go on.

He signaled to the pitcher, and once more the dun sphere flew,
but Casey still ignored it, and the umpire said, "Strike two!"

"Fraud!" cried the maddened thousands, and echo answered "Fraud!"
But one scornful look from Casey and the audience was awed.

They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his muscles strain,
and they knew that Casey wouldn't let that ball go by again.

The sneer has fled from Casey's lip, the teeth are clenched in hate.
He pounds, with cruel violence, his bat upon the plate.

And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
and now the air is shattered by the force of Casey's blow.

Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright.
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light.
And, somewhere men are laughing, and little children shout,

but there is no joy in Mudville --
mighty Casey has struck out.

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I may have had a Typo or 2 but at least i'll have something to type about for at least 4 more games while you yankee fans can't say shit for 5 months until the pitchers and catchers report for spring training...

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