100 Wins and 62 Losses in the regular season and the best record in baseball does not seem to translate well in post season success. The Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim have been able to clutch on to defeat out of the welcoming hand of victory against the Boston Red Sox. As the series stands the Angels are down 2 games to zero and will be having quite the akward trip to Boston.

Last night game proved to me that there is a mystic about facing the Red Sox that our franchise just cannot shake. Pitching that has been lights out, becomes vunerable. Offense that has been on fire is quickly exstinguished. It feels as if the Angels bottom of the batting order has fallen down a proverbial rabbit whole, but instead of finding a wonderland on the other side we've found an inability to count on offense from anyone not named Torri, Vladimir, or Mark. And a team who is know for its base running seems to become lost. More so, guys who play the best defense in the bigs, mutate into little league players. Bear in mind, the Red Sox are playing hurt and last night's game did not include Mike Lowel or Jed Lowrie. And last years most intimidating hitter, Manny Ramirez is playing for a different team and wiley veteran Curt Schilling remains on the DL.

The Angels join their National League Counterpart the Chicago Cubs, The Milwaukee Brewers, and the Chicago White Sox as teams who are down 2-0. Although it is unlikely, the Angels still have an opportunity to take the best of five series. I'm naturally a pessimistic and I find it especially hard to be optimistic about the Angels opportunities at the Green Monster. Much like the Angels offense I have fallen down the rabbit whole. Unfortunately there is no wonderland for me either. In fact there is just a bad taste in my mouth and a cornicopia of bitterness. I will be watching the game on Sunday with one hand over my eye, peeking through. As if the last few years of suffering through playoff loses have taught me anything; ghost, ghouls, and goblins don't make the month of October frightning, it is the way the Angels play haunts me year after year.