I’m tired. But it’s a good tired.

Yes, I was up at 1:23 AM when David Ortiz cranked a 2 run jack off of Paul Quantril to beat the Yankees in a five hour, 12 inning marathon.

The Sawks went up in the bottom of the ninth down 4-3 and facing the terrifying Mariano Rivera, the Sox managed to scrape out a run when Dave Roberts stole second (swear to God, it felt like the ending of Major League) and Bill Mueller singled him in. The bullpen fended off the Yanks for three more innings before the Ortiz smash.

Now Pedro pitches today at 5 in what could be his last start in a Sox uniform. If we survive, we get Schilling wearing Kuribo’s Boot in Game 6 and I guess Wakefield in Game 7. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

But make no mistake—anything less than beating the Yankees is a failure. Just because we won’t get swept, or bring the series back to New York, that means nothing. Gotta win. Can they? It’s possible. And stranger things have happened (just don't ask me when).

In non-baseball news, I hit the $5.50 DVD bin at Wal-Mart this Saturday. I saw a lot of Tom Selleck, which should tell you something about the quality of the selection. Still, got some good deals, namely Hot Shots and Hot Shots Part Deux. I also got Still Crazy, which is the story of a British rock band that reunites after 20 years or so. Kind of like a kinder, gentler This Is Spinal Tap. Very underrated movie.

That’s all I got. Thank God the game is on at 5 tonight—I can’t take a lot more of these late nighters. As always, Gooooo Sooooooooox.