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Well you have 6 more outs to go. But I'm not giving up yet.
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Damn!
Although I'm a National League rooter, I do want to congratulate the Red Sox for their record-breaking performance this season!
As a NY Ranger fan who had season seats for 16 seasons, I know the feeling all too well about rooting for a "jinxed" team. The excitement of witnessing an event that many others have never seen in their lifetime is extraordinary (1994 Stanley Cup), so I am happy for the Boston followers for their ongoing dedication!
Although I'm a National League rooter, I do want to congratulate the Red Sox for their record-breaking performance this season!
As a NY Ranger fan who had season seats for 16 seasons, I know the feeling all too well about rooting for a "jinxed" team. The excitement of witnessing an event that many others have never seen in their lifetime is extraordinary (1994 Stanley Cup), so I am happy for the Boston followers for their ongoing dedication!
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There is much celebration in Red Sox Nation. 
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ON TOP OF THE WORLD
Sox complete sweep, win first Series in 86 years
By Dan Shaughnessy, Globe Staff | October 28, 2004
ST. LOUIS -- They did it for the old folks in Presque Isle, Maine, and White River Junction, Vt. They did it for the baby boomers in North Conway, N.H., and Groton, Mass. They did it for the kids in Central Falls, R.I., and Putnam, Conn.
While church bells rang in small New England towns and horns honked on the crowded streets of the Hub, the 2004 Red Sox last night won the World Series, completing a four-game sweep of the St. Louis Cardinals with a 3-0 victory on the strength of seven innings of three-hit pitching by Derek Lowe. Playing 1,042 miles from Fenway Park, the Sox won it all for the first time in 86 long and frustrating seasons.
New England and a sprawling Nation of fans can finally exhale. The Red Sox are world champs. No more Curse of the Bambino. No more taunts of ``1918.'' The suffering souls of Bill Buckner, Grady Little, Mike Torrez, Johnny Pesky, Denny Galehouse, and the rest are released from Boston Baseball's Hall of Pain.
The Red Sox are champions because they engineered the greatest comeback in baseball history when they won four straight games against the hated Yankees in the American League Championship Series. It was a baseball epic, an event for the ages that put the Red Sox into a World Series that was profoundly anti-climactic.
En route to eight consecutive postseason wins, the Sons of Tito Francona simply destroyed a Cardinal team that won a major league-high 105 games in 2004. The Sox did not trail for a single inning of the four-game sweep. No Cardinal pitcher lasted more than six innings and St. Louis's vaunted row of sluggers was smothered by the likes of Curt Schilling, Pedro Martinez, closer Keith Foulke, and Lowe.
In the finale, a game played under a full moon/lunar eclipse on the date of Boston's Game 7 loss in the excruciating 1986 World Series, Johnny Damon led off with a home run and the Sox were never threatened. Trot Nixon added a pair of runs with a bases-loaded double in the third. Lowe mowed down the Cardinals for seven, then let relievers Bronson Arroyo, Alan Embree, and Keith Foulke finish the job. It ended at 11:41 EDT when Edgar Renteria hit a grounder back to Foulke.
Statues - to be placed near those of Samuel Adams and James Michael Curley, are already on order for Messrs. Schilling, Martinez, Lowe, Foulke, Damon, Manny Ramirez (Series MVP), David Ortiz, Mark Bellhon, Jason Varitek, Orlando Cabrera and the rest of members of the 2004 Red Sox. They did something that had not been done in 86 years.
So now it's time to toast to Ted Williams, Tom Yawkey, Sherm Feller, Dick O'Connell, Haywood Sullivan, Joe Cronin, Eddie Collins, Tony Conigliaro, Ned Martin, Helen Robinson, Jack Rogers, and thousands of others who toiled for the team, but died before seeing their Sox win a World Series.
It's time for smiles on the faces of Carl Yastrzemski, Bobby Doerr, Dominic DiMaggio, Charlie Wagner, Gene Conley, Bill Monbouquette, Chuck Schilling, John McNamara, Joe Morgan, Earl Wilson, Mike Andrews, Reggie Smith, and hundreds of other men who wore the Red Sox uniform, but never won in October. And don't forget Curt Gowdy, Lou Gorman, Dick Bresciani, Joe Mooney, and all the ushers and Sox employees who are as much a part of Fenway Park as the Green Monster and Pesky's Pole.
Time for the Nation to rejoice. Time to dance. Time to go to your window, open it wide, stick your head out and scream, ``The Red Sox won the World Series.'' No one's been able to do that in Boston since Woodrow Wilson was president.
There was an air of inevitability about the Sox prospects before the final game of the Fall Classic. The Sox knew they had the Cardinals on the mat and they knew that no team in hardball history ever came back from a 3-0 World Series deficit.
Busch Stadium was a friendly venue for swelling ranks of road-tripping Sox fans. Cardinal loyalists love their team, but hold no hatred for the Bostonians and one got the feeling that some St. Louis fans might have bailed and sold their seats after the disheartening loss to the Sox in Game 3. There were a lot of Sox fans in the stands Wednesday night they they lingered long after the final out.
The Sox got off to a strong start when Damon led off the game with a home run to right field on a 2-1 pitch from Jason Marquis. Boston added two more in the third when Nixon (three doubles), hitting with the bases loaded, swung at a 3-0 pitch and banged a double off the wall in right-center.
Lowe gave up a leadoff single in the first, then retired the next 13 Cardinals in order. St. Louis sluggers took a lot of bad-looking swings. The Cardinals did not put up much of a fight. After just three innings, it felt like it was already over, like the Red Sox were finally going to win the World Series. This is what it must have felt like in 1918.
While Lowe mowed down the Cards, fans back home in New England chilled champagne, slipped tapes into VCRs, and prepared to wake infants so they could someday tell them they'd witnessed a historic event.
After celebrating on the field and in the visitor's clubhouse, the World Champion Red Sox went back to their hotel, packed, and bused to the airport for a charter back to Boston.
``We'll be be arriving by dawn's early light,'' predicted club vice president, Dr. Charles Steinberg.
``We won't even need the airplane to fly home . . .'' added owner John Henry.
The largest celebration in Boston's 374-year history is expected tomorrow when the team is honored with a parade and championship ceremony.
If form holds, the Red Sox' gaudy, well-earned rings will be handed out in a ceremony April 11 when the 2004 World Series championship flag is raised above Fenway Park for the home opener.
The team in the third base dugout for that historic event? The New York Yankees.
Sweet.
ON TOP OF THE WORLD
Sox complete sweep, win first Series in 86 years
By Dan Shaughnessy, Globe Staff | October 28, 2004
ST. LOUIS -- They did it for the old folks in Presque Isle, Maine, and White River Junction, Vt. They did it for the baby boomers in North Conway, N.H., and Groton, Mass. They did it for the kids in Central Falls, R.I., and Putnam, Conn.
While church bells rang in small New England towns and horns honked on the crowded streets of the Hub, the 2004 Red Sox last night won the World Series, completing a four-game sweep of the St. Louis Cardinals with a 3-0 victory on the strength of seven innings of three-hit pitching by Derek Lowe. Playing 1,042 miles from Fenway Park, the Sox won it all for the first time in 86 long and frustrating seasons.
New England and a sprawling Nation of fans can finally exhale. The Red Sox are world champs. No more Curse of the Bambino. No more taunts of ``1918.'' The suffering souls of Bill Buckner, Grady Little, Mike Torrez, Johnny Pesky, Denny Galehouse, and the rest are released from Boston Baseball's Hall of Pain.
The Red Sox are champions because they engineered the greatest comeback in baseball history when they won four straight games against the hated Yankees in the American League Championship Series. It was a baseball epic, an event for the ages that put the Red Sox into a World Series that was profoundly anti-climactic.
En route to eight consecutive postseason wins, the Sons of Tito Francona simply destroyed a Cardinal team that won a major league-high 105 games in 2004. The Sox did not trail for a single inning of the four-game sweep. No Cardinal pitcher lasted more than six innings and St. Louis's vaunted row of sluggers was smothered by the likes of Curt Schilling, Pedro Martinez, closer Keith Foulke, and Lowe.
In the finale, a game played under a full moon/lunar eclipse on the date of Boston's Game 7 loss in the excruciating 1986 World Series, Johnny Damon led off with a home run and the Sox were never threatened. Trot Nixon added a pair of runs with a bases-loaded double in the third. Lowe mowed down the Cardinals for seven, then let relievers Bronson Arroyo, Alan Embree, and Keith Foulke finish the job. It ended at 11:41 EDT when Edgar Renteria hit a grounder back to Foulke.
Statues - to be placed near those of Samuel Adams and James Michael Curley, are already on order for Messrs. Schilling, Martinez, Lowe, Foulke, Damon, Manny Ramirez (Series MVP), David Ortiz, Mark Bellhon, Jason Varitek, Orlando Cabrera and the rest of members of the 2004 Red Sox. They did something that had not been done in 86 years.
So now it's time to toast to Ted Williams, Tom Yawkey, Sherm Feller, Dick O'Connell, Haywood Sullivan, Joe Cronin, Eddie Collins, Tony Conigliaro, Ned Martin, Helen Robinson, Jack Rogers, and thousands of others who toiled for the team, but died before seeing their Sox win a World Series.
It's time for smiles on the faces of Carl Yastrzemski, Bobby Doerr, Dominic DiMaggio, Charlie Wagner, Gene Conley, Bill Monbouquette, Chuck Schilling, John McNamara, Joe Morgan, Earl Wilson, Mike Andrews, Reggie Smith, and hundreds of other men who wore the Red Sox uniform, but never won in October. And don't forget Curt Gowdy, Lou Gorman, Dick Bresciani, Joe Mooney, and all the ushers and Sox employees who are as much a part of Fenway Park as the Green Monster and Pesky's Pole.
Time for the Nation to rejoice. Time to dance. Time to go to your window, open it wide, stick your head out and scream, ``The Red Sox won the World Series.'' No one's been able to do that in Boston since Woodrow Wilson was president.
There was an air of inevitability about the Sox prospects before the final game of the Fall Classic. The Sox knew they had the Cardinals on the mat and they knew that no team in hardball history ever came back from a 3-0 World Series deficit.
Busch Stadium was a friendly venue for swelling ranks of road-tripping Sox fans. Cardinal loyalists love their team, but hold no hatred for the Bostonians and one got the feeling that some St. Louis fans might have bailed and sold their seats after the disheartening loss to the Sox in Game 3. There were a lot of Sox fans in the stands Wednesday night they they lingered long after the final out.
The Sox got off to a strong start when Damon led off the game with a home run to right field on a 2-1 pitch from Jason Marquis. Boston added two more in the third when Nixon (three doubles), hitting with the bases loaded, swung at a 3-0 pitch and banged a double off the wall in right-center.
Lowe gave up a leadoff single in the first, then retired the next 13 Cardinals in order. St. Louis sluggers took a lot of bad-looking swings. The Cardinals did not put up much of a fight. After just three innings, it felt like it was already over, like the Red Sox were finally going to win the World Series. This is what it must have felt like in 1918.
While Lowe mowed down the Cards, fans back home in New England chilled champagne, slipped tapes into VCRs, and prepared to wake infants so they could someday tell them they'd witnessed a historic event.
After celebrating on the field and in the visitor's clubhouse, the World Champion Red Sox went back to their hotel, packed, and bused to the airport for a charter back to Boston.
``We'll be be arriving by dawn's early light,'' predicted club vice president, Dr. Charles Steinberg.
``We won't even need the airplane to fly home . . .'' added owner John Henry.
The largest celebration in Boston's 374-year history is expected tomorrow when the team is honored with a parade and championship ceremony.
If form holds, the Red Sox' gaudy, well-earned rings will be handed out in a ceremony April 11 when the 2004 World Series championship flag is raised above Fenway Park for the home opener.
The team in the third base dugout for that historic event? The New York Yankees.
Sweet.
Cathleen
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Now the tears are of joy
By Jackie MacMullan, Globe Columnist | October 28, 2004
ST. LOUIS -- In a matter of 11 days, they turned the baseball world upside down. The Boston Red Sox, a franchise that had cornered the market on hardball heartache, that had shed too many tears and endured too many disappointments, vowed this time to alter history.
The 2004 version of New England's most valued treasure, a happy bunch of idiots with flowing manes and sturdy bats, refused to buy into the myths that had burdened their predecessors.
Instead, they found a way to write a new chapter in Red Sox lore, transforming themselves from frustrated losers on the brink of elimination to the finest of champions, laying claim to the most coveted prize in all of sports.
A World Series ring.
Go ahead. Say it. The Boston Red Sox have won the World Series. Let it roll off your tongue, washing away the bitter taste of 1948 and 1978 and 1986 and 2003. Let Bill Buckner and Mike Torrez and Grady Little go gracefully into the night. Let go of all the angst and anger and agony that has been simmering for 86 years.
Revel in this unorthodox group of athletes, who danced to their own beat, purists be damned. Marvel at their uncanny ability to rise from the ashes, and resurrect themselves in the most improbable of situations. No baseball team had come back from a 3-0 deficit to win a playoff series until the Red Sox pinned that indignity on their most hated rivals, the New York Yankees.
Last night, seven days later, they completed a sweep of the St. Louis Cardinals, a team they dominated from the first pitch to the last, with a 3-0 victory in Game 4. After so many years of waiting, this Boston team made it look easy. Its pitcher, Derek Lowe, was superb. Its quirky center fielder, Johnny Damon, hit a leadoff homer last night to knock the Cardinals to where they had been from the beginning: on their heels. The Red Sox' defense, constructed with care at the cost of a former All-Star shortstop, was again reliable and comforting in the late innings.
There were times this ball club was infuriating, inconsistent, and undisciplined. The Sox were often questioned about their loose rules and long hair, but when it mattered most, they locked arms, banded together, and fulfilled the dreams of generations of crusty New Englanders.
"We did it, man," said Manny Ramirez, who nearly a year ago had so disheartened his employers he was put on waivers and went unclaimed. "I wish I was in Boston right now to celebrate with everyone." The unfamiliar surroundings of St. Louis did nothing to dampen the mood. There was first baseman Doug Mientkiewicz, skipping across the top of the Sox' dugout, celebrating with close to 1,000 Red Sox fans who refused to leave Busch Stadium. There was Curt Schilling, the most significant acquisition of the season, grabbing Jason Varitek by the shoulders and announcing, "Ladies and gentlemen, here is the leader of the 2004 Boston Red Sox." He then doused his catcher liberally with a double dose of Bud Light.
Varitek, so used to maintaining his businesslike visage, finally allowed himself to exhale and enjoy a moment he has been trying to orchestrate his entire career.
"I've been waiting seven years for this, but there are people in Boston who have been waiting a lot longer," he said. "It's such a relief for this to finally happen. As passionate as our fans are, they deserve this so much."
The fantasy that New Englanders had been hoping for officially went into the books at 11:40 last night, when Keith Foulke fielded Edgar Renteria's ground ball and gingerly tossed it to Mientkiewicz at first base. The Red Sox' dugout immediately emptied, with the players gathering at home plate and jumping up and down in unison, a victory scrum for a team that overcame nearly impossible odds.
"I'm still kind of in a daze," acknowledged right fielder Trot Nixon, who submitted three doubles in the clincher. "Did this really happen? I can only imagine what's going on back home right now."
More than one hour after the championship had been won, fans remained in this visiting ballpark, chanting "Thank You, Red Sox!" and "Papi, Papi!" in honor of the latest folk hero, David Ortiz. The Nation truly does extend across this country, as children as young as 2 years old wearing Red Sox garb toddled into the outfield as midnight approached. One woman, wearing the now signature "I believe!" jersey, admitted she was "over 82, that's all you need to know." She has been a Red Sox fan, she said, since she was old enough to have a paper route to pay for tickets.
She grew to love this ragtag group for who they were: a freewheeling group that did not sweat the small stuff, and never took themselves too seriously. As Ramirez explained last night, "We always knew who we were. We never doubted who we were.
"Baseball is supposed to be fun. When you play that way, the game is easy. We found a way to make baseball easy."
Hard to imagine that 11 days ago, Kevin Millar would be filming his own home video version of "the greatest comeback in baseball history." Hard to imagine 11 days ago that Lowe -- how do you let this guy walk now? -- was banished from the rotation, a lame-duck pitcher with no future in this town. Hard to imagine 11 days ago, Pedro Martinez's season, and perhaps his career with the Sox, was about to end in despair -- again -- against the Yankees.
Last night, Pedro hugged his manager, his teammates, his pitching coach, his trainer, his friend Ortiz. He doused his jeri curls with champagne and tears, only this time they were tears of satisfaction, and joy.
This time, the history of the Boston Red Sox had the very happiest of endings.
Jackie MacMullan is a Globe columnist. Her e-mail address is macmullan@globe.com.
By Jackie MacMullan, Globe Columnist | October 28, 2004
ST. LOUIS -- In a matter of 11 days, they turned the baseball world upside down. The Boston Red Sox, a franchise that had cornered the market on hardball heartache, that had shed too many tears and endured too many disappointments, vowed this time to alter history.
The 2004 version of New England's most valued treasure, a happy bunch of idiots with flowing manes and sturdy bats, refused to buy into the myths that had burdened their predecessors.
Instead, they found a way to write a new chapter in Red Sox lore, transforming themselves from frustrated losers on the brink of elimination to the finest of champions, laying claim to the most coveted prize in all of sports.
A World Series ring.
Go ahead. Say it. The Boston Red Sox have won the World Series. Let it roll off your tongue, washing away the bitter taste of 1948 and 1978 and 1986 and 2003. Let Bill Buckner and Mike Torrez and Grady Little go gracefully into the night. Let go of all the angst and anger and agony that has been simmering for 86 years.
Revel in this unorthodox group of athletes, who danced to their own beat, purists be damned. Marvel at their uncanny ability to rise from the ashes, and resurrect themselves in the most improbable of situations. No baseball team had come back from a 3-0 deficit to win a playoff series until the Red Sox pinned that indignity on their most hated rivals, the New York Yankees.
Last night, seven days later, they completed a sweep of the St. Louis Cardinals, a team they dominated from the first pitch to the last, with a 3-0 victory in Game 4. After so many years of waiting, this Boston team made it look easy. Its pitcher, Derek Lowe, was superb. Its quirky center fielder, Johnny Damon, hit a leadoff homer last night to knock the Cardinals to where they had been from the beginning: on their heels. The Red Sox' defense, constructed with care at the cost of a former All-Star shortstop, was again reliable and comforting in the late innings.
There were times this ball club was infuriating, inconsistent, and undisciplined. The Sox were often questioned about their loose rules and long hair, but when it mattered most, they locked arms, banded together, and fulfilled the dreams of generations of crusty New Englanders.
"We did it, man," said Manny Ramirez, who nearly a year ago had so disheartened his employers he was put on waivers and went unclaimed. "I wish I was in Boston right now to celebrate with everyone." The unfamiliar surroundings of St. Louis did nothing to dampen the mood. There was first baseman Doug Mientkiewicz, skipping across the top of the Sox' dugout, celebrating with close to 1,000 Red Sox fans who refused to leave Busch Stadium. There was Curt Schilling, the most significant acquisition of the season, grabbing Jason Varitek by the shoulders and announcing, "Ladies and gentlemen, here is the leader of the 2004 Boston Red Sox." He then doused his catcher liberally with a double dose of Bud Light.
Varitek, so used to maintaining his businesslike visage, finally allowed himself to exhale and enjoy a moment he has been trying to orchestrate his entire career.
"I've been waiting seven years for this, but there are people in Boston who have been waiting a lot longer," he said. "It's such a relief for this to finally happen. As passionate as our fans are, they deserve this so much."
The fantasy that New Englanders had been hoping for officially went into the books at 11:40 last night, when Keith Foulke fielded Edgar Renteria's ground ball and gingerly tossed it to Mientkiewicz at first base. The Red Sox' dugout immediately emptied, with the players gathering at home plate and jumping up and down in unison, a victory scrum for a team that overcame nearly impossible odds.
"I'm still kind of in a daze," acknowledged right fielder Trot Nixon, who submitted three doubles in the clincher. "Did this really happen? I can only imagine what's going on back home right now."
More than one hour after the championship had been won, fans remained in this visiting ballpark, chanting "Thank You, Red Sox!" and "Papi, Papi!" in honor of the latest folk hero, David Ortiz. The Nation truly does extend across this country, as children as young as 2 years old wearing Red Sox garb toddled into the outfield as midnight approached. One woman, wearing the now signature "I believe!" jersey, admitted she was "over 82, that's all you need to know." She has been a Red Sox fan, she said, since she was old enough to have a paper route to pay for tickets.
She grew to love this ragtag group for who they were: a freewheeling group that did not sweat the small stuff, and never took themselves too seriously. As Ramirez explained last night, "We always knew who we were. We never doubted who we were.
"Baseball is supposed to be fun. When you play that way, the game is easy. We found a way to make baseball easy."
Hard to imagine that 11 days ago, Kevin Millar would be filming his own home video version of "the greatest comeback in baseball history." Hard to imagine 11 days ago that Lowe -- how do you let this guy walk now? -- was banished from the rotation, a lame-duck pitcher with no future in this town. Hard to imagine 11 days ago, Pedro Martinez's season, and perhaps his career with the Sox, was about to end in despair -- again -- against the Yankees.
Last night, Pedro hugged his manager, his teammates, his pitching coach, his trainer, his friend Ortiz. He doused his jeri curls with champagne and tears, only this time they were tears of satisfaction, and joy.
This time, the history of the Boston Red Sox had the very happiest of endings.
Jackie MacMullan is a Globe columnist. Her e-mail address is macmullan@globe.com.
Soron
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The best interview I saw was with Curt Schilling the morning after game four, and being a baseball fan I loved hearing all the names of former Red Sox that he brought up...
Dwight Evans
Bill Buckner
Jim Rice
Johnny Pesky
Bob Stanley
Carl Yastrzemski
Ted Williams
Calvin Schiraldi
Bobby Doerr
Carlton Fisk
Luis Tiant
Dom DiMaggio
Jim Lonborg
Dwight Evans
Bill Buckner
Jim Rice
Johnny Pesky
Bob Stanley
Carl Yastrzemski
Ted Williams
Calvin Schiraldi
Bobby Doerr
Carlton Fisk
Luis Tiant
Dom DiMaggio
Jim Lonborg
Cathleen
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Those are some names aren't they Soron! I am watching the parade right now ~ they are all on the 'duck' boats streaming through the city with millions of fans cheering. They are heading for the Charles River ~ they will take a spin in the Charles as the finale'!!!Soron said:
It has been quite a place to be these last few days..... it will live forever here and I think everywhere.
And as a side note, my dentist is none other then Dr. 'Gentleman Jim' Lonborg......... he is even more of a gentleman now if that is possible.
