Eleven wins

That's all I want. Eleven Red Sox victories.

I want three against Anaheim and four again (preferably) Minnesota.

I want to see Curt Schilling beat Johann Santana.

I want four victories again (again, hopefully) the Astros, with both Schilling and Pedro beating Roger Clemens. Oh . . . beating Roger Clemens in Fenway to win the Series. The stuff dreams are made of.

I am not asking for 11 straight even though we won 10 straight earlier this year. I simply want 11 wins in 19 games. That doesn't seem so hard, does it?

While I am wishing for this, I cannot imagine what it would be like to actually have it happen.

It boggles the mind.

Ten wins

Oh, joy. Oh, rapture.

It was a beautiful thing. Listened to a good part of the game on the radio, including the first several innings.

It's the first step, and I am glad we took it so quickly.

I so desperately want to believe, but I have believed so many times before, for naught.

I sound like a jilted lover.

Ten more wins, and I will know.