Finish Strong.

There was a time, cabbages, when you were the best in baseball. Better than the Phillies or the Yankees, the Tigers or Texas, ages better than Tampa. Your pitching was good but, boy, could you hit. Now, I know that you've run into some injuries; Youkilis went down, you lost two-fifths of your rotation and your rather good lefty out of the 'pen, and Matt Albers turned back into, well, Matt Albers but for the most part, you held on. You dug your heels in and survived. Sadly, my little cabbages, just surviving isn't going to cut it any more: You need to win tonight and you need to win tomorrow. That's all that there is to it.