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Wednesday, October 27, 2004
W.S(erious).

(I felt this was worthy of the main page -- a messageboard post from Jedirish on our beloved Sox... -- Kluv)

Apparently the Red Sox are in the World Series.

*deep breath*
*vision blurs*

There is no way, no conceivable set of circumstances where I could convey here, coherently, all of the emotions that entails for me. For my family.

I was going to write on this board a week ago -- but it didn't feel right. I wanted to do it right. I wanted to do it with class.

I took notes on all the things I wanted to relay to you all about what I hated about the Yankees last series. I took mental pictures of every person who had a cross word for me as walked around Manhattan last Thursday with my Sawx shirt, hat and 1986 ALCS Champion button so I could convey them to you. But now I put that behind me to talk about something that I deem far more important. Something that Red Sox Nation is finally able to focus on. The something that we should have been talking about all along, The 2004 Boston Red Sox.

As I write this I am sitting in my parents palatial estate (read: split level) in Westboro, MA. After my morning drive for a large Dunkin Donuts Hazelnut black and sweet I arrived home to a breakfast my mother was kind enough to prepare. I ate heartily, cleared my dish and then headed upstairs to write this not awaited, barely anticipated rant and I found myself whistling. That itself is not uncommon. The strange part is I didn't know what I was whistling. Upon realizing this I racked my brain, what song is that?! Then I realized it was a soundtrack... but what. I tried to picture it.
*eyes closed, squeezing brain*
-Netswish-
*wha?*
-Chitwood!-
*Ha!*
I'm walking around the world this morning whistling the theme to the kickass Hoosiers montage from the big game against South Bend Central.

I know that sounds overtly gay-for-Bill-Simmons but it is the flat out truth, sweartogod. Thank you Redsox.

Thank you for giving me something to whistle about during the week (as Sundays have been pretty whistle filled lately too).

Thank you also for further defining class for us by voting among each other that Nomar deserves an equal share of the playoff money each of you will receive.
[For those unaware - playoff teams vote about what percentage of a cut any player who played part of the season for their team will receive - a month ago the Sawx said Nomar should get as much as any of them. Class.]

Thank you for hearing me when, on a lark, I turned to my Dad as we sat in the right field grandstand during that 19-8 debacle against the Yankees and said, "Well Dad, all we can hope for now is to be part of the biggest comeback in sports history..." Please note that I'm not claiming to have called the next four games -- there was no part of my mind that believed that it was going to happen. But I said it and it didn't matter that I didn't believe in it, the Red Sox did. Thank you.

"No team this small has ever been to the state championship!"

Thank you for showing the world that heart and professionalism have absolutely nothing to do with the length of your hair. And before anyone sees that as a slam on the team from the Bronx let me say this - Tino knew that, Paulie knew that, Brosius knew that, and Jeter sure as hell knows it. It's the baby eating purse snatching 20 million dollar a year men of this world that don't.

I don't have any idea what is going to happen with the rest of this series. The Sox could win tonight, they could lose the next three and win on Halloween. Last week taught us that they might not win at all. But no matter what happens, baseball owes a debt of gratitude to this team. A team that told us you can be one inning away from being swept into oblivion by the best relief pitcher in the history of the world but as long as you have heart and you play the every out, every pitch like you realize how amazing it is that you get paid and paid well to play a fucking game, then all is not lost.
Every team that is ever losing a series three to nothing can look to this team and say, "Hey maybe it doesn't matter that my hair is long, or I've been in a slump... if those idiots can do it, why not us?"

So I say good luck to the Cardinals. Sadly for you though when you look back at that ragtag bunch of upstarts for inspiration you realize that your el guapo is the real el guapo and you have to go out there and try to beat the only team thats ever succeeded from your position.

Sox in four in '04!

In closing (doesn't it seem like I've been wrapping this up for like four paragraphs?), I'd like to turn all of our attentions to the tagline for the movie whose theme song I've been whistling all morning... "They needed a second chance to finish first." Seems fitting. I guess we'll see.

"I love you guys..."

-- Jedirish.

// posted by Kluv @ 2:25 PM (0) comments

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Wednesday, October 27, 2004 W.S(erious).

Wednesday, October 27, 2004
W.S(erious).