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I'm going to be a bitter Angels fan now. I hate the idea that they're the Red Sox' bitch. The Red Sox, with the most loathsome fans in all of professional sports (they make Yankee fans seem like choir boys and girls by comparison), with the most loathsome of players. And to be beat by J.D. Fucking Drew, the poster child for all that is utterly wrong about major league baseball.  There is no baseball justice. 

But it could be worse. Scary right-wing blowhard Curt Schilling could be on the mound. But it's just terrible how it is. Ordinarily I'd embrace MOT ballplayers, but Kevin Youklis is just another loathsome Red Sox player. 

Have I lost hope? Well, it's not impossible. I'm not convinced Josh Beckett is 100 percent. The Angels do the one-game-at-a-time thing better than any other time, so they could possibly chip away and force a game five in Anaheim. But it's not gonna happen if the umpires remain firmly in the pocket of the Bud Selig, who is no doubt wet-dreaming about a Sox-Dodgers matchup. What else explains the out call on Torii Hunter, or K-Rod's perfect pickoff throw to Aybar in the 9th. 

Now, though, I'm thinking about next season. I'd do this: Ditch Vlad Guerrero, ditch K-Rod. Re-sign Anderson for less money and make him a fourth outfielder. "Cadillac" is as much Mr. Angel as the whitebread Tim Salmon. And pay Teixera whatever he wants. The Angels need the bats. Something's got to change. My team is becoming the 21st century Atlanta Braves: pretty to look at during the regular season, but totally befuddled in the post-season.