curt schilling, just now, prior to a top ten stint with dave letterman:
"we had four must-win games and we musted."

i think that's particularly well said.

i've got nothing to say that hasn't been blogged or said before, but i'll keep writing anyway. it sure was neat to see the bosox did what they did...it sure was neat to see mariano blow things, and it sure was fascinating to see torre absolutely melt down. is it me, or did he elect to use mariano in two-inning stints - with a 3-0 then 3-1 series lead - and watch as mariano blew the save in both of those ballgames.

it seems like, when you've got an all-star in tom gordon, even an all-star who's been a bit less reliable lately, that you might as well stick to what got you here: gordon in the eighth, mariano in the ninth. but torre panicked, in a huge way.

why torre, if he wasn't going to use bubba crosby, elected to keep him on the roster over the somewhat-more-intimidating-even-when-on-steroid-withdrawal jason giambi, i'll not ever understand.

i've got to say, i sort of love watching alex rodriguez with the stunned look on his face. that's a player that absolutly oozes awful karma at this point in time. he left a dominant club to take the money, and this is where it's gotten him four years later. it's notable that his judo chop will probably serve as one of the most lasting images of the alcs. i think arod is the only yankees player i genuinely dislike. jon lieber and flasherino are the only ones i genuinely like.

wonder why david ortiz was so dominant? take a close look at him. dig the droopy eyes...dig the over-wide nose...dig the girth...he's the dominican babe ruth. i'm convinced that the bosox simply needed him back to finally outdo the yankees.

think biggie smalls, then say to yourself, "i love it whenjoo call me big papi." it's pretty cool.

it's neat to see the yankees lose, but only in the i-like-to-see-the-underdog-win kind of way. i don't particularly hate the yankees, but i also don't like the red sox. or rather, i like the red sox, but i absolutely despise their fans. it should be noted that i know one red sox fan, and i find this person's attitude and self-importance annoying.

my favorite moment of the series? every time i saw schilling's bloodied ankle. my least favorite moment? schilling saying "that was god's work out there" or whatever. shut up. god doesn't care.

i wish that the astros had won tonight, only because i think that beltran is deserving of a true national spotlight. as well as he played, he was overshadowed by the east coast bias (!) all week long. am i ridiculous in thinking that there's a chance he'll go anywhere but new york? yes.

phil garner made absolutely the right move by starting former rochester red wing (in fact, a red wing until the beginning of june, when he exercised a not-in-the-big-leagues escape clause) pete munro in game six. all they needed was one more big hit, and it would have worked out perfectly. tonight, they simply got beaten, by jeff suppan.

for reasons of beltran, biggio, bagwell, and brad lidge, i wanted the astros to win this series. i am now rooting for the cards to win the series. nobody named kiko has ever worn a world series ring, i'd imagine.

elliott smith's from a basement on a hill is lush and beautiful, like everything since either/or. i don't know the words exactly, but "pretty (ugly before)" is truly incredible...buoyant, bouncy, strangely a bit uplifting. suicide is a shame.

i've also got interpol's antics. i like it, which is more than i could initially say for turn on the bright lights, which now stands as one of my top 30 or so albums. i just hope interpol switches things up on their next record, which is due in 2009.

dustin hoffman just tried and failed to produce spit bubbles and then release them into the air while on dave letterman. i can do that. in fact, i just did it.