whatever it takes

this is the game where we have to pull out all the stops.
because either way we go back to Boston tonight.
but this decides whether it's to fight behind Schill in Game Six...
...or just pack up the lockers for the winter.

for my part, i am busy collecting rum, cigars & live chickens, in an effort to appease Jobu.
i'll even throw in strippers.
or Julian.
at this point, he can have anything else he wants too.
because we need bats.
like we've never needed them before.

"In Beckett we trust, all others pay cash... ...because I have nothing but utter confidence in Commander Kick Ass of the F#ck Yeah Brigade."