Game 3. I was there. Second row on the first base line (thanks forever, Lauren). Never have I heard such noise in an open-air venue. And here was the loudest moment:
Seeing the grass up close. Every blade is in place and perfectly groomed--so perfect it looks fake.
Jake Westbrook falling behind 3-0 to the most lethal hitter in the past 50 years (sorry Alex Rodriguez) and getting him to bounce into an easy, inning-ending double play. Manny Ramirez, by the way, is an imbecile.
Delicious Dormunder Gold. Jacobs Field, perhaps the greatest venue in baseball, wins bonus points for serving Great Lakes Beer.
1 million white towels waving.
Future star Asdrubal Cabrera knocking in a run like he was a ten-year vet.
Travis Hafner beating out a double play grounder, allowing the fourth and final run to score.
Rafael Betancourt mowing down the heart of the order.
Joe Borowski, 1-2-3.
Seeing it all with my old man.
One game later the Tribe has a 3-1 series lead. Time to put this team away NOW, at home and in rhythm. Do NOT let the momentum shift. The Red Sox have a history of climbing out of huge holes (remember the ALDS in 1999? The ALCS in 2005?), and they very easily could do just that.