inconceivable
there's nothing i can say that hasn't been expressed already but i'm still getting chills up my spine every 15 minutes or so, so i'm just going to savor this for a few days. all the coverage you could possibly want can be found on the Boston Globe's Sports page.
the hit that sealed it
[UPDATE] since many of you probably won't dig this deep, here's some fun passages from Eric Wilbur's Blog on the Globe site:
The Red Sox capped off the greatest comeback in postseason baseball history, finishing off the Yankees to earn a trip to the World Series.
“In your house,” Boston fans behind the home team dugout chanted at the sprinkling of Yankee fans making their way out of the stadium, where their team lost their first-ever league championship series.
To make matters worse, a few remained late enough to witness reliever Mike Timlin dancing on the Yankee Stadium mound in a jig of joy. “We want Tim McCarver’s head on a stick,” one fan shouted.
Players came out in groups to hug friends and family. Game 7 winner Derek Lowe, puffing on a celebratory cigar, hugged wife Trinka, who asked him how he was doing.
“I don’t know,” he said, looking at nearby Jason Varitek. “How we doing ‘Tek?”
Varitek replied only with a huge smile. Varitek’s wife Karen answered for him. “Getting a little stinky,” she said.
The Chandon was spraying everywhere, on the field, in the clubhouse, and into the stands. Curtis Leskanic carried the American League championship trophy to the infield. Mike Myers hopped on top of the dugout to share high fives with the fans, who in turn threw the “Who’s Your Daddy?” chant right back at the New Yorkers.
About half an hour into this celebration, the Yankees turned off the lights at Yankee Stadium. “Typical,” remarked one Sox official.
and then, confirming what Mitch reported in Handwashings the other day (a great read for lots of behind the scenes baseball):
In the second inning last night, there was a rush for the coffee machine by many of the Boston media, already preparing for a late night with the Sox up 6-0. Except, no coffee. No soft drinks either. “Unbelievable,” one media member remarked. “Oh well, we’ll be eating lobster rolls next week anyhow.”
When it comes to pregame grub provided to the media, the Red Sox set out a buffet that includes, among other items, clam chowder, lobster rolls, and jumbo shrimp cocktail. The Yankees, on the other hand, dish out boxed sandwiches, and I think my roast beef from two nights ago was what woke me yesterday morning, still mooing.
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This Yankee fan got his karmic comeuppance last night for his years of pinstripe boosterism: I had to write the above-the-fold A1 headline celebrating the Red Sox' win ("A Ruthian Comeback") and edit Sally Jenkins's story, a cruel assignment given by a Vermont-born, Sox-loving copy chief.
I also owe both Captain Fun (who scored a miracle ticket to the game last night) and Jen steak dinners.
Congratulations, Red Sox. That was a helluva comeback.
Posted by: Matt | October 21, 2004 11:48 AM
Wow. Next April I am going to try to remember how exciting baseball is. It’s hard to maintain playoff-level interest when there are so many damn games in a season, but I should really try. I’ve decided that the drama of it is much more satisfying (even when your team loses) than, say, watching an episode of The O.C.
I watched last night's game at a bar that was about half Red Sox fans. That led to lots of "go back to Boston" yelling by the asshole Yankee fans, who only got more obnoxious as the night went on. Predictable chants like "Nine-teen eight-een" and "Bos-ton su-ucks" were occasionally supplanted by the humorous ("Who's-your Jher-i?") and the ugly ("Lib-eral fag-gots" when the TV showed people cheering in a bar in Boston). All that made the game’s outcome even sweeter.
Even though I am only about 1/7 the fan that Jamie and some of you others are, I still got a feeling of elation in my gut after Damon’s grand slam, and it turned into a huge non-stop smile when the game ended. In addition to sharing a celebratory phone call with Apes and wife, I talked to my brother on the phone for the first time since Christmas, and called my mom once during the game and again after it was over. She was talking about how excited her dad must be. (He was a teenager in 1918 and died in 1965.)
Okay Red Sox, just four more wins to go.
Posted by: Jim | October 21, 2004 01:00 PM