All You Need Is Lester of the Boston Red Sox

Take a seat and chill, Josh; My man Lester got yo' back, foo'! Okay, maybe that "street" talk wasn't appropriate coming from the fingers of the whitest Irish man in the northern hemisphere. I don't even think you can call it "street" if you put an apostrophe after "yo" and "foo" or if you put "street" in "quotations." It doesn't matter, though. What matters is: I'm really not worried, and neither should you be. No, really, I mean it. I'm serious, relax! I mean, let's face facts, Red Sox Nation: Beckett hasn't been the ace all year. I don't know why everyone assumed he was suddenly going to turn into Zeus and shoot lightening bolts from his arm just because they were in the playoffs, but it seems everyone did. I won't lie, I made the same mistake. I think now it's time everyone recognizes that mistake and come to embrace the man they call Lester. But let's not get ahead of ourselves. First, let's journey back: Last night, the Red Sox had the chance to eliminate the 100-game winners from ... (link)