When the Red Sox finally won the World Series in 2004, I expected my fatalistic attitude to change forever. It hasn't. I still see disaster around every corner. I don't care how big their lead is over the Yankees. There's still something that bothers me about the Sox. The starting pitching is supposed to be the strength of the team, but I don't have a lot of faith in any of them.
Josh Beckett has had a terrific year, but he still scares me. I can't get 2006 out of my head. That outing against the Yankees last week was thoroughly ordinary. Dice-K will be pitching in the playoffs for the first time. He's a little too erratic for my liking. Schilling is a schell of his former self. Tim Wakefield has been wonderful. He's one of the most underrated players in the game. But I can't say I'd be comfortable with him starting a big playoff game in October.
It's easy to overlook the pathetic hitting of Julio Lugo and J.D. Drew when the Red Sox are on top of the division, but the Nation will be vicious if those guys fall on their faces in the postseason.
As I wrote a week ago, the Angels are the team to beat. Jered Weaver is on fire again. Put him alongside Escobar and Lackey and it's the best 1-2-3 starting punch in baseball.