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Parade

October 30, 2004 in Uncategorized

Well, the parade was not the nightmare I imagined it might be. We got on a train at Riverside around 7 AM, and arrived at Government Center at 8. Fanatic was holding a spot in line at Kinsales, and we were among the first to enter when they opened about 8:05. Nice to have Guinness at 8:10 with eggs, sausage, bacon, and potatoes.

Joesox and tonysox arrived shortly thereafter, and we proceeded to turn them into mini-celebrities by telling everyone about their trip from Italy just for this event, and how they watched the Sox clinch (in my living room; see story in the forum).

We watched the pre-parade stuff on TV at the bar, then watched the beginning of the parade. Then, when the parade was nearing us, we went outside, got within 5 feet of the street barricade, and 2 minutes later, the Sox rolled by. The T stop at Park Place was a nightmare, so the wife and I walked to Arlington, and were on our way back home by 1:15 or so.

Pictures can be found by clicking on the first word in this sentance.

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What Next?

October 29, 2004 in Uncategorized

What next?

For years, toiling as a die hard Red Sox fan, I have listened to the banter of reverse psychology should the Red Sox happen to win the World Series. It’s the banter that drums to the beat of, “What would you do if the Sox won the Series? They would just be another team.” I’ve seen it in articles by beat writers, in chat rooms and message boards, and Angry Bill makes this proclamation in the recent Red Sox movie.

So, what next?

In a sense, it is true that the Red Sox have become another baseball team. We no longer have to bristle at comments about Babe Ruth, 1918, and the curse that didn’t really exist. We can no longer be labeled the ultimate choke machine and be pointed to Bill Buckner, Grady Little, and Bucky Dent. The 2004 New York Yankees have wrested that title from us. But why is this such a bad thing?

For years our players were annoyed at the constant pestering of something that happened generations before their time. If they stumbled anywhere between August and October was it because of the curse? Was it because every game was being looked at under a microscope? Did they feel the immense pressure of trying to bring Boston a championship for the first time in eighty-some-odd years? Now they can just go play ball.

So they can play ball – that’s great. But is there a goal? They just made history against the Yankees and stormed through the World Series. What could possibly be left?

Take a step back. Take a couple steps back. Let’s look at the overall picture. Although this may seem to us like the first World Championship the Red Sox have ever mustered it is not. By defeating the Cardinals this team has managed to secure Boston’s sixth crown. This puts them in a tie for fourth place with the Brooklyn/Los Angeles Dodges, having pulled out of a more crowded tie with the Giants, Pirates, and Reds. Ahead of the Red Sox are the St. Louis Cardinals and Philadelphia/Oakland Athletics with nine apiece. Of course, the Yankees still own the top spot with 26.

It’s a little premature and a bit daunting to set a goal to unseat the Yankees (although that is certainly the ultimate goal). But the Red Sox have been a very good club for quite a few years now and, with a title recently secured, it’s not out of the realm of possibility to set sights on the second rung of the ladder. It would take three more championships to tie – and then you can set sights on the top spot.

Stop laughing.

These are not your father’s Red Sox. These are not your grandfather’s Red Sox. These are not even your own Red Sox from some period earlier in your lifetime. This is a new breed of Red Sox that was constructed and designed to operate as an entire team. Superior pitching meshed with the highest run-scoring offense in the league (two years running), upgraded defense, and speed off the bench has finally given Boston a well-rounded baseball team. This is what won a World Series. Every element of the game was addressed in some fashion, including chemistry.

It’s a new philosophy on Yawkey Way and those that manage the club have spoken of postseason appearances and World Series titles in plural form. After this 2004 run I do not doubt them.

Through the first 15 years the World Series existed Boston was one of the elite teams and racked up five championships. The goal is to be the elite team again with the Red Sox a perennial champion.

The 2004 Red Sox got the big one out of the way. It’s just the beginning.

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2004 World Series Champions

October 28, 2004 in Uncategorized

Do I need to add anything else?



PARADE PLANS

PSF.commers attending the parade..some of us will meet at the statue at the end of Faniul Hall, 8 AM.

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A little Postseason Tidbit

October 26, 2004 in Uncategorized

Only one team in the history of Major League Baseball has come back from down 0-3 in a 7 game series.

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STILL sloppy, and I\’ll STILL take it

October 25, 2004 in Uncategorized

2 to go.

4 errors again last night, and the Schilling backlash seems to have begun. On ESPN Radio this morning, they were talking about how sick they are of hearing how courageous Schilling has been for pitching with this injury. I admit, it is getting a tad overblown, but it is still absolutely HUGE. No doubt it puts him in the pantheon of gutty performances.

By the way, is it me, or is Fox’s goal to show EVERY SINGLE FAN in the stands? They are gonna have a tougher time doing this at Busch with the increased capacity and all.

Pedro vs. Jeff Suppan? Like last night, this is a matchup that looks TOO good for the Sox. Hence, I’m nervous about it, as I was (unnecessarily) last night.

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Sloppy, but I\’ll take it..

October 24, 2004 in Uncategorized

3 to go.

In what looked like an early rout, the Sox made it interesting last night. Couple ill-advised throws, consecutive misplays in left…just ugly. But, the end result is all that counts.

For what it’s worth, I don’t fault Manny so much on the second error…he HAD that ball, and getting jammed in the turf made him miss it. What are you gonna do. How about the absolutely sick look on Manny’s face after those two errors? Thank God the Sox ended up winning; I fear he may have been a tad scarred had they lost due to those errors.

Interesting factoid from last night: Cardinals threw 189 pitches, only 9 of which were swung on and missed. Matt Morris goes today on 3 days rest, not usually a good thing for starting pitchers

And the Pats go for the ACTUAL record vs the Jest this afternoon.

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Still Numb

October 22, 2004 in Uncategorized

I still can’t quite believe it. Even now, now that I have caught up on all of my sleep, I still get emotional thinking about what has happened. I’ve watched the end of the game 4 or 5 times now, and all the celebrating on the field. I still get the urge to yell ‘Yee-hah’ every 45 minutes or so. I still get choked up every couple of hours.

I’m sure tomorrow, my thoughts will focus on Sox/Cardinals. Today, I’m going to bask in it just a little bit more.

Take the time to read this excellent, excellent thread on SoSH. If you get through it with dry eyes, you have no soul.

SoSH link

And here is an interesting email exchange I was just forwarded by my friend that was with me at Game 6. He is the responder:

>>> Email from some Yankee fan 10/22/04 9:30:37 AM >>>
While I’m obviously distressed by the Yanks inability to close the door and
the Boss’ ensuing overreaction to the loss, I’m comforted by this inevitable scenario…the
Sox will play in the WS…get tantilizingly close…and then pull a Buckner. Just
as the sun rises and sets each day, there are constants in this world. And it’s
virtually assured that the Sox will find some way to blow it and add to their
WS lore of finding ever increasingly agonizing ways to lose.

My friend’s response:

Thanks for your email. I couldn’t decide whether to respond or not to your
knocking of the Sox, then said, ah, what the heck.

Last Sunday night the Red Sox were toeing the edge of the cravasse called elimination.
When the Yankees were 3-outs away from the sweep and facing the bottom part
of the Sox lineup, I may have been leaning towards agreeing with you about the
inexplicable history of the Sox’ long-term October inabilities. It was like
they had this chronic post-season dysfunction. Then, in a snap, everything changed
— call it Levitra, call it Cialis, call it Viagra, call it Ortiz, call it Schilling.
Beginning on Sunday, this week of perfect Red Sox baseball was akin taking a
giant handful of those little blue pills to address this dysfunction and, I
may add, with nearly the same result as most of Red Sox Nation still has the
side effect that Levitra warns “could last more than 4 hours”. In
the blink of an eye (well, ok, over 11 hours of baseball), the dreaded Yankees
blew saves in back-to-back nights in the 9th and the 8th, respectively, against
the pitcher that McCarver called “the greatest closer to ever play the
position”. Enter Sandman? How about enter Sand-bag? The Sox practically
scored more runs against Mariano than they did against the Orioles this whole
season. Yankees pitching went from tremendous at the beginning of the series
to down-right ineffective. They could not close the deal in Game 4 … Game
5 … Game 6 … or Game 7. And after the yankees embarrased the Sox last Saturday,
their offense faltered, too. Even Matsui, dubbed the “Red Sox Killer” by the geniuses at Fox disappeared. After a samuri-like start, he fell upon
his own sword and went 3-for-26 over the balance of the series. Notably, this
slump began during the at-bat when Pedro knocked him down with a “You’ve
Got Mail” pitch– yeah, the pitch with the message attached. Sox Killer?
C’mon, even McCarver’s whipping-boy Mark Bellhorn outperformed Matsui with the
series on the line. The Sox played up the drama by repairing Schilling’s ankle
with some chewing gum and couple of paper clips (was his doctor’s name McGyver?),
and tossing him to the wolves at Yankee Stadium. Hmmm, 6 innings of 3 hit ball.
Not too bad. Then in Game 7, Johnny Damon woke from his ice-man slumber and
peered out from under his Neanderthal-esque hair. He realized that the ALCS
started a week ago and proceeded to hit the ball around the yard with his caveman
club that appeared to be so dangerous he may have used to hunt mammoths. Another
incredible win in the belly of the beast and a pennant to boot. To add further
insult to this embarrasing injury, not only did the Yankees lose but they did
so to a band of long-haired, fun-loving, goof-balls according to Sheff. Ouch.

Anyways, I’ll play down to the crowd and assume for a moment that your prediction
of a RedSox collapse becomes an eventuality. In this case, as the days chill
and the snow rolls in, I will be thoroughly comforted by warm memories of the
Sox players dancing on the dugout at the House that Ruth Built after the most
notorious and infamous post-season collapse in major league baseball history.
Or is that all of sports history? Hmmm, either way, my memories of one wonderfully
incredible and enjoyable week of yankee-thumping will be held close to my heart
for the rest of my life. Tragedy may befall the Sox in the coming week, as you
suggest “as sure as the sun rises”, but I’ll be basking in that sun
rise so much more warmly wrapped in the pennant that was half-knitted with “American
League Champions- New York” before the most humiliating flop in history.
The term “Bronx Bombers” will forever have whole new meaning to me.

But that is just my take on it.

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The Curse is DEAD

October 21, 2004 in Uncategorized

Not that it ever existed anyway, but at least Yankee fans have SHIT to say forever at this point. I don’t want to hear 1918 ever again, because you just spit the bit in the biggest choke in sports history.

Bring on the NL, baby!

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Carmen Electra is hitting on me, but she has the body of my high school gym teacher

October 20, 2004 in Uncategorized

Wow.

-?

Maybe it is because IG??m going on 4 hours of sleep here after
getting home at 3:30 AM, but am I the only one this morning who has to fend off
the need to let out an excited shout every 5 minutes or so?-? Listening to talk radio discussing the game
on my way to work got me more and more excitedG?like most of Red Sox Nation,
there is a good chance that my head explodes sometime this afternoon.

-?

Yesterday, about 4:00, I stumbled upon some close-to-face
tickets for the game.-? I called a buddy
of mine and asked if he wanted to goG?he dropped everything and we left
basically right then.-? We picked up the
tickets in Greenwich,
and took the trains to the Stadium, arriving around 7:30.

-?

It was my friendG??s first ever visit to the ToiletG?as we were
walking up the ramp, he says to me G?This is going to be my favorite part of
tonightG?, and he hawked a huge loogie onto the
ground.-? Thankfully, that did NOT turn
out to be his favorite part of the night.-?
We were in the upper deck, in the absolute last row.-? The good thing about that is we didnG??t have
to worry about having anything thrown at us from behind.-? Evidently Don Orsillo
doesnG??t have very much pull, because he was in the same row we were.

-?

I donG??t need to recap the game for you, because IG??m sure you
all saw that.-? There were a couple things
at Yankee Stadium that IG??ve never seen in all the times IG??ve been there,
though.-? First of all, EVERY menG??s room
had a 20 minute line from about the 2nd inning on.-? I checked about a dozen of them the first
time I had to take a leak.-? There seemed
to be 5 ladies rooms for every 1 menG??s room.-?
The concession service was as sparkling as ever; only about a 10 minute
wait from the time you order a sausage to the time you get it.

-?

The other thing that I have never seen at Yankee Stadium was
it shaking so much that I thought it was going to collapse.-? Before Hong Kong Phooey was called out, and
the crowd thought the score was 4-3, you would have thought it was the 89 World
Series.-? From our spot as high as you
could go, you could see and feel the rafters shakingG?it was a tad frightening.-? Then, when the call was overturned and crap
rained on the field, it became just a tad frightening for a different
reason.-? A few people, including my wife,
called me to suggest that I leave right thenG?but it really wasnG??t that
bad.-? Even when the game was over, we
didnG??t have anything to fear walking out of there.

-?

And how great was it to walk out of there hearing Liza sing?

-?

So tonight, the Sox try once again to make history.-? The first 3 steps of PudgeG??s
4 Step Plan have been achieved.-? LetG??s
finish the job tonight.

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Well, if THEY aren\’t gonna give up…

October 18, 2004 in Uncategorized

I guess I’m not, either.

Saturday night, I went to bed in disgust after the 6th inning. Last night, I stayed awake to the end. Sure, the chances are very, very remote that the Sox pull this out…but Pedro going today, and if they win that, Schilling in NY tomorrow…well, if they get to that, and Schilling can be effective, you have to be at least a LITTLE hopeful.

If they DO get to that point, anything can happen in a game 7…

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