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NYY vs. BOS - Game 7
Oct. 20th, 2004 06:38 amDo I really want to watch this tonight?
My fingernails have barely grown back from last year.
My fingernails have barely grown back from last year.
Oct. 20th, 2004
Tonight (x-posted)
Oct. 20th, 2004 12:42 pmSomething I've been asked: as a Red Sox fan, should I be gloating?
Damn right, I should be gloating, and I am. It's only hubris if I thought we were a dead certainty for World Series victory, and I'm not even thinking that far. I'm still wrapping my mind around tonight.
My throat is sore from yelling and jumping. My eyes sting from the tears. For those of us who remember one year ago, sitting there screaming at the television set when Grady Little walked to the mound and then walked back without Pedro Martinez, for those of us who watched Aaron Boone destroy our hopes for that year... tonight was oh, so so sweet.
Because right now, this moment, this crystalized, forever slice of time, we beat them. We beat the Yankees. We came back up from three games down. We did something that has never been done. That's not enough for posterity, and I won't be satisfied in the long run, but it's enough for tonight.
Now we have a chance to do something that has eluded us for 86 years. But that's for tomorrow.
We have tonight. Tonight. Tonight.
And nobody will take that away from us. Ever.
Damn right, I should be gloating, and I am. It's only hubris if I thought we were a dead certainty for World Series victory, and I'm not even thinking that far. I'm still wrapping my mind around tonight.
My throat is sore from yelling and jumping. My eyes sting from the tears. For those of us who remember one year ago, sitting there screaming at the television set when Grady Little walked to the mound and then walked back without Pedro Martinez, for those of us who watched Aaron Boone destroy our hopes for that year... tonight was oh, so so sweet.
Because right now, this moment, this crystalized, forever slice of time, we beat them. We beat the Yankees. We came back up from three games down. We did something that has never been done. That's not enough for posterity, and I won't be satisfied in the long run, but it's enough for tonight.
Now we have a chance to do something that has eluded us for 86 years. But that's for tomorrow.
We have tonight. Tonight. Tonight.
And nobody will take that away from us. Ever.
