But seriously, there were a lot of things that happened last night that were just creepy. The right thing at the right time. Unbelievable, forehead-slapping strokes of dumb, blind luck that I won't say anything more about lest I anger the Fates.
So, as Boston gears up for the deciding game, all I can really say about it is that whatever is meant to happen tonight will happen.
Let's go, Sox.