So I had a restless night of sleep, as I kept thinking about the greatest victory in Boston Red Sox history (so far) and the upcoming World Series against someone (either St. Louis or Houston).
I am willing to admit it. I had given up on this team after Game 3. I even wasn’t sure if I was going to bother watching Game 4. Am I glad I did watch that one. The turning point was that hit down the right-field line at Fenway during Game 4 that hopped into the stands for a ground-rule double. If that didn’t go into the stands, the series would be over. It did go in the stands though and we later came back to begin the first of two comebacks.
This team symbolizes what the Red Sox should really be thought of. Comebacks, courage, heart, never giving up…there are endless words to describe this team. Curses and all that junk should not describe them. Yes we have not won a world series since 1918…but we have had some pretty darn good teams during that time that made everyone proud. How about those great teams during the Ted Williams era? Yaz’s Impossible Dream team? The 1975 team, that came mere outs away from making Carlton Fisk’s home run even more legendary (if that is even possible). The 1986 team, who cameback against the Angels and was an out away from winning the biggest prize. The forgotten teams of 1903, 1912, 1915, 1916, and 1918 who actually won championships.
I have never been more proud of a team in my life. We are going places. I knew it when I watched Game 3 of the ALDS in person. I almost lost the feeling after Game 3 of the ALCS, but Game 4 brought it back in full force. Now we are four wins from finishing a long trip. I don’t care who we play (there is the third time vs. St. Louis factor and then there is the Roger Clemens/Jeff Bagwell factor with Houston).
I just pray we have a great World Series whoever we play. With a Red Sox win…of course.