No bets. No guarantees. No braggadocio. No “Here we come, Tampa Bay.”

Although I hated the outcome, last night’s Sox loss was everything you could ask for from a playoff game. Moves, counter moves, extra innings, high tension, shock and awe, living and dying on every pitch. So all I’m gonna say is if tonight’s marquee match-up of John “I ain’t your” Lackey and Jon Lester is half as entertaining, I’ll be a happy guy.

A win would make me even happier.

That is all. Now, let’s watch us some October baseball.