Holy crap.

I failed miserably at picking a title for this post. But can you blame me?

With more than a handful of heroes worthy of a shout out and euphoria still flowing throw my veins, it's nearly impossible to sum up last night's comeback with a 5 to 8 word statement.

I'll admit this much however... this was the title I had picked out when I left my house a 10pm to play an indoor soccer game: "Longball is Sox demise in ALCS" - or something to that effect.

As you may recall, at 10pm, I had already watched BJ Upton line a 2-run shot into row 1 of the Monster seats and Pena and Longoria go back-to-back in the 3rd. It was 5-0 at that point but the Red Sox had stranded what felt like 100 base runners and I have to admit, I drove to soccer trying to get excited about the Patriots.

At the end of the soccer game, a teammate checked his phone and told me that score was now 7-4 bad guys. We shrugged and joked that at least the Sox had finally scored some runs... the glutton for punishment in me began to wonder if another miracle was still possible. So I raced home and grabbed the remote just in time to hear that David Ortiz had finally woken up and JD Drew had hit another miracle ding-dong to put the Sox within one!

The Misses and I sat on the edge of the bed and watched Coco foul off pitch after pitch until he finally lined that RBI single to right and tied the game.

That's when I realized that Papelbon was in the dugout and not the bullpen. Tito had called his number back in the 7th! Justin Masterson put two on before getting Pena to ground into the most important double play of his life... and at that point I knew we were going to win.

Suddenly it felt the the ALDS again and this time the baseball gods were throwing lightning bolts at the Rays instead of the Angels. With two outs in the 9th Evan Longoria makes a rare error on a Youkilis grounder and then Maddon chooses to walk Bay to get to JD Drew - the guy who just hit a 2-run shot in the 8th and is 4-7 against the lefty Howell.

After watching Howell make Papi look bad with the breaking balls, I was nervous, but you could feel that the momentum had switched and the young and cocky Rays were suddenly nervous and wide-eyed - they're magical series was slipping away!

Drew would get his pitch and line the ball over Gabe Gross who was playing shallow to ensure that Youk didn't score from second. But he did, and the Red Sox pulled off another miracle, overcoming a 7-0 deficit with 8 runs in the 8th and 9th.

I took a shower and fell right to sleep... with visions of the Sox spraying the locker room with Tropicana orange juice after Game 7 and a smile on my face.