This Article Originally Published at GetOutofMyBallpark.com
I don't think I've ever felt so little pressure on the day of a Red Sox playoff game before. Nobody expects anything, but everybody hopes for something.
There was a time, back before Theo, Tito and all the rest, when there were no hopes for October at all, and anything we got past that final weekend of the regular season was gravy. Then over the last seven years, things changed. Over that span, we've expected greatness every year.
There is a different feel to it this year. All the pressure is on the Pinstriped A-holes, and their half-billion dollars worth of free-agent robots.
The Sox are being picked to win the AL or the World Series by about seven of the 400,000,000 people that ESPN, Yahoo, SI, and all the rest have prognosticating these playoffs (and one of them is Dave O'Brien who calls games on WEEI, so he doesn't even count).
Tonight, the Sox open the playoffs against the Angels in Anaheim (not LA, Arte Moreno, you douche), like they have the three times in the past five years. Twice, the Angels had no shot because the Sox were simply a better team.
Last season the Halos probably should have won, but this season seems to be a complete crapshoot.