When he walked off the mound in Yankee Stadium on that unforgettable Saturday night last October, we all thought we knew where Josh Beckett was heading next.
Nah, not Disney World.
He was bound for Jason Schmidt's World. Or maybe Mark Prior's World. Or, at the very least, Roy Oswalt's World.
He was bound for greatness. Wasn't he? How could there have been any doubt of that?
After an October in which he gave up 21 hits in 42 2/3 innings -- and struck out 47?
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