No, who's YOUR daddy?
Red Sox fans' lives -- and visions of Grady Little -- had to flash before their eyes when they saw Pedro Martinez warming up before the 7th inning last night. Derek Lowe was cruising, Pedro had just pitched two nights earlier and the Yanks fans were revived, chanting "Who's your daddy?" at Pedro in honor of his ill-advised comment in September.
Up 8-1, I have no idea what Francona was thinking, but naturally I feared the worst. Nothing to fear. All my doomsaying was in vain. These Red Sox are special. Or these Yanks are colossal chokers. Or a little of both. Until the Sox win the World Series, Yanks fans can feebly keep their "1918" chants going. But to come back from 0-3 in the series, that's something that has never been done before in baseball.
To think, the Yanks were one quick Mariano Rivera inning away from a sweep. I'll never be the same. Boston will never be the same.
I must offer one sincere apology to a colleague, though. We'll call him Jefe. A big-time Yanks fan -- and a legitimate one from New York -- I called in to update a story Saturday night and, after eight innings, said to this talented copy editor, "Let me be the first to congratulate you on the Yanks winning the series." When the series went back to NY, it occurred to me I might have unintentionally leveled a serious jinx, or dare I say "curse," at his beloved pinstripers. Sorry, I really had no idea history was about to be made.