Different score, same result

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Last night's 2-1 victory obviously had a different than Game 1, but the end result was just as sweet. If they win two more games (a big if, of course), this time I'm going to the victory parade. Last time I was stuck in the Deep South and the extent of our celebration was Ben pouring beer on my head in our living room right after Mientkiewicz gloved the final out. Perusing boston.com's Red Sox section is such a pleasure, even the nerdy stuff like the 89 Photoshopped images (as of this morning) sent in by readers. I'll spare you the cheesier ones; the best are takeoffs on movie posters, beer, batteries and of course digs at the Yankees and Indians:

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