I'm on no sleep... NO SLEEP!

Have you ever fought off sleep for so long that your body eventually assumes that it's not going to get it's daily reboot, so it just goes back to keeping you awake?

That was me somewhere around the 7th inning last night.

Josh Beckett's continued communication problems with Tek had last night's game going at a Matsuzaka-like pace and the game seemed to be stuck at 4-4 for what felt like an eternity. But I refused to give in. The Sox were going to sweep and I was not going to miss it.

So I went to-to-toe with the Sandman while the bullpens exchanged blows and when Coco did his best Dave Roberts impression in the 11th I was awake and ready for Jacoby to drive him home and start dream of brooms dancing in a field daises. But it was not to be. As Surviving Grady reminds us, young Jacoby chose to show up the ump on a tough pitch and then got rung up on a pitch that almost went into the Angels dugout.

But I was cool with that because Pedroia was soooo overdue for a hit. He got the hit, but Chone Figgins mad a very nice backhanded play to rob our Little Pony of an RBI single... and the Halos went on to "manufacture" the game winning run in the 12th. (I'm so sick of hearing about how good they are at manufacuring runs and going first to third)

Bottom Line: This really should have been a 9-inning 4-1 loss, but Jacoby's 3-run bloop seemed to solidify that the Angels were simply destined to lose to us. Now their destiny is in the hand of Jon Lester... the real ace of this ball club.

I like our chances tonight, but it'd be nice if Lackey had one of his Fenway meltdowns and we put it out of reach early...

ps. I feel you Paps... I feel you.