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The Angels were down 0–2 in this series. Dead, right? Season-on-the-line vibes. And now? It’s 2–2, and we’re staring at a best-of-three like it was destiny all along.
Let’s start here, because Michael Kay would hammer this point: this series has flipped completely. Boston came into Anaheim feeling great about themselves, up two games, thinking they just had to split and head home heroes. Instead, they ran headfirst into a buzzsaw — and Game 4 was the loudest, messiest, most unignorable proof yet that momentum is a real thing.
Sixteen runs. Sixteen.
At home.
In October.
That’s not just winning — that’s sending a message.
And the guy holding the megaphone? Carlos Guzman. This was one of those games where you’re halfway through and you go, “Wait… is this the Guzman Game?” Three hits, a homer, a triple, three runs scored, two driven in — and every one of them felt like it twisted the knife just a little more.
The turning point? Bottom of the second, two outs. Classic October moment. Brian Gosdin tries to sneak a splitter past Guzman, and bang — two-run homer, Angels up 4–2. Kay would say, “That’s the moment the building changed.” And he’d be right. From that point on, Anaheim never looked back.
Now let’s do the Bill Simmons thing for a second. This game had big “this series just changed categories” energy. Early on, you thought, Okay, Boston’s lineup is terrifying. Petro, Williams, Beltran — they’re hitting rockets everywhere. And they did score nine runs! In most playoff games, nine runs means you win by accident.
But this wasn’t most playoff games. This was one of those chaotic, pinball-machine games where every inning felt like it could spiral — and Boston’s pitching staff simply could not stop the bleeding. Gosdin was cooked early. The bullpen poured gasoline on it. By the time Anaheim dropped a six-spot in the sixth, it felt like the Angels were playing a different sport.
And it wasn’t just Guzman. This was a full lineup avalanche:
Roman going full October assassin.
Horn setting the tone at the top.
Fernandez blowing the game open.
Aguilar and Marku piling on late, just to make sure nobody was thinking about a comeback.
This wasn’t luck. This was depth. This was confidence. This was a team that realized, “Wait a second… we’re not dead.”
And now here’s the part Kay would absolutely linger on: it’s a best-of-three. That’s it. Everything that happened in Games 1 and 2? Doesn’t matter nearly as much anymore. The Angels have reset the series emotionally and mathematically. Boston still has the pedigree, still has the bats — but Anaheim has the crowd, the momentum, and now the belief.
Bill Simmons would say this is the kind of series where, ten years from now, people remember Game 4 as the hinge point. The moment when everyone realized this wasn’t Boston’s coronation — it was a fight.
Game 5 tomorrow.
Same park.
Same stakes.
And suddenly, the Angels don’t look like the team that fell behind 0–2.
They look like the team that figured it out just in time.