As a Cardinals fan, all I can say is that I’m happy one team showed up to play.
I don’t mean to take anything away from the Sox. They showed incredible talent and an infinite amount of heart. If there was a jinx (and I’m superstitious enough to believe there was) then everything aligned just right to overcome it.
Enjoy your partying, but please try not to get anyone else hurt.
That was incredible. I can’t wait for Stephen King’s book on the 2004 Sox to come out. I sat a couple of rows behind him in Yankee Stadium on September 18th, watching Derek Lowe give up seven runs in the first inning. It was cold and raining and Yankees fans were giving us all hell. After that game it was tough to imagine that the Sox could come back and win it all, especially on the back of Derek Lowe.
Somehow I am now picturing the team becoming a Red Sox museum. In 2018 Trot Nixon will be hobbling around right field, and Sox fans still won’t countenance letting him go because he drove in two runs in game 4 of the World Series. I like this team so much that, that is just fine with me.
Yes. This was not the team that played so well up through the league championship. As I said in another thread, someone must have stolen the Cardinals’ mojo.
But I liked edwino’s explanation in that same thread: his law of conservation of good baseball, that the quantity of good baseball in a season is conserved. With dramatic, nail-biting, great baseball in both LCS’s, the WS had to be lame and anticlimactic.
Hooray for the Red Sox, finally ditching that “curse.” (Now we can concentrate all curse talk on the White Sox and Cubs, whose WS droughts had been longer than the Red Sox’s even before last night.)
Hooray for Johnny Damon, who hit the jackpot after doing almost six years good work (community service?) for my bottom-feeding Royals.
Anyone else a bit perplexed by the choice of Manny Ramirez for MVP? Damon put up better numbers (more runs produced, more extra base hits), and he didn’t have a massively more embarrassing error committed whilst hot dogging. Additionally, Curt Schilling’s performance could very well have been the spark that fired this Red Sox team up, and would better exemplify the team spirit that Francona cultivated.
Much to my surprise, I found myself crying like a baby when the final out was made. I guess I was finally able to release a lot of the old hurt ('67, '75) and heartache ('86). What a moment–thanks you, Idiots!