Scene…Tito's office, Tito and Varitek are discussing the teams lack of hitting and their current predicament as they look through the office window at Pedrioa.
Tito: He still has hope.
Varitek: He wasn't here in '04.
Tito: And yet, to have come so far, still bearing the hope of winning it all, the rookie has shown extraordinary resilience to a slump.
Varitek: It is a burden he should never have had to bear. We can ask no more of Pedrioa.
Tito: Tek, the Yankees are rolling. Steinbrenner has his eye is fixed on Fenway. Jeter the Witch King and the rest of the Nine are coming for the AL East Division Ring.
Varitek: By foul craft, Torre has injected much of his team with HGH. An unnatural team that has covered great distance in the standings in just the last month. They are only a game and a half behind us.
Tito: We do not have the bats to keep up with the Yankee lineup. Tek, the AL East cannot stay here. The team is falling apart. We can't hit the freakin' ball, but Red Sox Nation is desperate for an AL East pennant. The team must decide now how turn this thing around, and prevent the Yankees from getting the Ring.
Varitek: It is in the Veteran's that we must place our hope.
Tito: Veterans? The Veterans are weak. The Blood of Schilling's sock is all but spent, its pride and dignity forgotten. All those players that won a series before do not have the desire the rookies do. There's no clutch hits left in the veterans. The hits are scattered, divided, meaningless.
Varitek: There is one who could unite them. One who could be World Series MVP with his bat.
Stay tuned for…
The Council of Francona.
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