It's coming up lucky sevens all over the place.

J.D. Drew, he of the much maligned uniform number 7, answered the haters who'd been on his case all season with a moon shot grand slam in the first inning. That HR set the tone for the rest of the game, as it felt like it was all over after just that first inning. I'm hoping that tonight will also mean the haters will get off his case- and I suspect the pendulum will swing the other direction, and we'll be seeing lots of brand spankin' new Drew shirts at the Fens.

Curt Schilling was just what the doctor ordered- he wasn't the lights-out total domination that we saw from Beckett, but he was masterful and in control and laid in some gorgeous pitches. His pinpoint control was enough to fool the Indians lineup, and was also enough to take him through 7 innings, a big improvement over the 4 and 2/3 from his last outing. Curt seemed almost joyous after the win- albeit in his own, restrained, Curtis Montague Schilling way. As well he should be- he deserved that W.

And the bottom of the order plus Dustin Pedroia, who had so far been fairly disappointing at the plate, got their act together and pounded out 7 hits. In a game that gave Manny and Papi the luxury of not having to carry the team on their backs, it was the other guys who pulled through and scored the big runs.

But the biggest seven of them all? Game 7. We're taking it to game 7, y'all. GAME 7.