Spouse and I were watching the game last night. The Sox are in the playoffs for the fifth time in six years.
A win last night meant advancement to the next round.
At 10:40, after they blew a 2-0 lead and the Angels tied the score, I gave up in disgust and went to bed. I'd seen this scenario too many times before--the momentum swings the other way and the Red Sox lose.
By so doing I missed the
most thrilling ninth inning of the entire year.