The Red Sox World Series victory has taken the dread out of it all.
Pre-2004 when the Sox would find themselves in a tight game, trailing by a run, you had no hope. There was no way that they could find a way.
And if they actually found themselves ahead? Ghosts of Buckner and Little.
As I sat watching Game 3 tonight, never was I wrought with dread. Okaji serves up a 3 run shot to get the Rockies back within a run and I shrugged it off.
And, hell, when Papelbon came on I was flipping channels between pitches. No fear.
I am not entirely sure that is a good thing.
Oh, and what was with the turd behind home plate? Trying to become the new Wheels On The Bus Lady from Shea Stadium circa 1986?
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Rick Astley
// Oct 30, 2007 at 5:31 am
2004 was (literally) a cry-tears-of-joy moment. 2007 has been a sit-back-and-admire-the-team moment. Yes, different, but both are excellent.
Unlike Pat, however, I still cling to the fatalistic leanings which have burdened me most of my life… I kept figuring the boys would find a way to blow it.
Here’s to not blowing it! Go Sox!
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