By: Matthew Weaver
Posted In: Opinion
Photo credit: Laurie Skrivan
Johnny Damon of the Boston Red Sox celebrates with a team member after hitting a home run during the World Series
If you plan on going to hell any time soon, don’t forget to bring your ice-skates. The year 1918 now means nothing to anyone and, as I’m writing this, a pig actually flew over my computer. You guessed it: the Boston Red Sox won the World Series by completing the sweep with a 3-0 win over the St. Louis Cardinals at Busch Stadium. Go ahead and pinch yourself, I promise you’re not dreaming.
Bill Buckner can officially stop avoiding Yawkey Way. Bucky [bleeping] Dent and Aaron [bleeping] Boone just lost their bleeping middle names. More magical, however, is that by ending this eighty-six year drought, the Red sox won their first World Series title since the Woodrow Wilson administration. On a night that offered the eerie presence of a total lunar eclipse, it was the Red Sox pitching who eclipsed the Cardinals powerhouse batting lineup. Starting pitcher Derrick Lowe allowed only three hits over seven innings with four strikeouts and no earned runs. All of this is coming from a guy who was relieved of his starting role at the beginning of the playoffs and sent to the bullpen. So the years 1946, 1967, 1974 and 1986 can all be forgotten, go ahead and bury them with Babe Ruth himself, if you’d like. The year 2004 is what all of Red Sox Nation will remember from here on out. There is no need for the annual, “we’ll get ’em next year” testimony, because we got ’em this year. The team that has been so synonymously related with postseason failure has shocked the world. It wasn’t easy; however, nothing with this team ever is. The season seemed like a page out of the typical Red Sox saga. Down three games to none in the ALCS against the hated Yankees, most people began putting all of their Red Sox gear away for the winter. But just when you thought they might be out of it, they came back and stretched the limits of our imagination, and let’s face it, we loved them for that. So raise your hats high, Boston, and celebrate this one for all that it’s worth. Most importantly, however, go and wake up your deceased relatives, because they’re going to want to hear about this one: the day the curse was broken.
