THREE

I'm not going to go in-depth and analyze the epic struggle that was game 3 - I'm too tired.

I thought Ozzie and the guys did a fantastic job. Blum - a guy who did nothing all year - the unlikely hero. The Sox had a call go against them for once, but also caught some small breaks as well. The Astros were given every chance to win this game, but the Sox refused to give up. I'm finally a believer in Aaron Rowand's rhetoric. Garland, Uribe and the bullpen were alternately bad and good. And it was Crede again - this time not in the clutch, but who quietly got it all rolling in the 5th...

The part of game 3 that rubbed me wrong was in the pre-game ceremonies, when we were forced to sit thru Wynonia Judd, Michael McDonald, and 2 nameless assholes singing some lame tune called "America Rocks" or "America Is So Great" or "America! Fuck Yeah" or some such nonesense. It ended with Wynonia waving a rhinestone-encrusted American flag.. Things aren't necessarily bigger in Texas, but they are tackier! It was a tasteless display of misguided patriotism that we've all become so used to these past few years - the kind used to numb the masses into passive indifference. But they do things differently in the red states...

The real tragedy is my favorite - Pablo Ozuna - did not get a chance to showcase his fine skills.

One win away... It could be just a few hours from now... The city goes up for grabs...