So many people have come and gone
Their faces fade as the years go by
Yet I still recall as I wander on
As clear as the sun in the summer sky
- Boston “More Than A Feeling”
Well, it finally has happened. That is the best I can sum up winning our first world championship in 86 years.
Ever since I can remember, I have been a fan of the Boston Red Sox. All of the 22-years of my life. I don’t remember 1986 (just 4 years old then). To me, this was my first world series experience…and I never will forget it.
Strangely, during the entire game 4 (except the end of course), I was at peace. It is strange how “easy” it was this world series. I don’t mean in any way that the Cardinals weren’t a worthy opponent (far from it). I just mean that for the first World Championship in 86-years you would think it would take a Game 7 or something. Just amazing.
That final 9th inning, waiting for those last 3 outs was an eternity. I was a wreck, so nervous, hands shaking, trying to remain calm. 1 out, 2 out, then finally the last one. I burst out crying, rolling around the floor, screaming with happiness that I have never quite felt before. I forced myself to keep watching the TV, tears streaming out of my eyes, trying to comprehend what just happened (I still can’t really put words to it).
This one was for us all. For all those who have come and gone, former/current players and lifelong fans. For those who couldn’t be there last night to enjoy this moment. For those who have been hangin’ on for all of these years and can finally die in peace. For those players and managers who were unfairly torn to shreds because of 1946, 1967, 1975, 1978, 1986, 2003…
We all can be at peace now.