And Only Scarcely Less Believable: Angels 5, Red Sox 0

This one irritated me right from the start; I'm a notoriously cranky guy, and whether it was forgetting my regular glasses in the car (I had to watch a night game through sunglasses, grr, because there's no reentry for postseason games!) or forgetting to bring my charged spare battery for the camera (I got maybe a couple dozen pointless photos before it ran out of juice), there was an awful lot to hate. That actually extended into the early innings of the game as well, because the Angels kept squandering two-out rally chances; the biggest one was in the third when Vlad came up with the bases juiced, and struck out swinging on three pitches. It was then I noticed that both managers had placed their aging but dubiously effective sluggers in the cleanup spot, and while it was little consolation at the time, it's also true that old habits die hard. In Vlad's case, that's almost incomprehensible, though. Relatively small sample size though it be, Vlad's .241/.33...