I don't think I've ever been so interested in the outcome of a late-September game in a lost season before. For some reason, the idea of coming into New York with the Yankees at 9,999 wins and coming out the other side with them still stuck there is appealing indeed. Like coming up on that final leg of the Monopoly board while green and dark blue are both full of hostile hotels and surviving unscathed.
Only we probably won't have to do it again the next time we reach this point.
Go Sox!