I didn't get weepy about the Sox until I saw this

[WilliamPitt]

Caption: Former Red Sox Johnny Pesky hugging Game 2 winning pitcher Curt Schilling. Pesky was the scapegoat in the Red Sox' loss to the Cardinals in the 1946 World Series.

And, oh by the way, if you want weepy, there is this:

http://www.nike.com/usa/justdoit/v2/index.jhtml

...and if you reeeeeeeeeeeally want weepy...well...

http://p086.ezboard.com/fsonsofsamhornbostonredsox.showMessageRange?topicID=14279.topic&start=1&stop=20

[LisaLynne]

1. Ok, I'm weepy now, too. nt

[Arkana]

2. Yaz, Rico, Splinter, Bill Buckner, Pesky, Stanley, etc...

this win was for them.

[stlchic]

3. Okay, even as a Cards fan

this gets to me too.

Good job, Sox!


:thumbsup:

[Jack_Dawson]

4. And then Schilling stumped for Bush

Buzzkill.

Still...happy for dem Sox. :toast:

[WilliamPitt]

6. Don't. Care.

[Stephanie]

5. He was on NPR this morning. 86 years old.

Said he couldn't go peacefully until they won. Then he said he wasn't ready to go yet! Very cute. I love old men.

[ScreamingMeemie]

7. That is a stunningly great picture, and we all know I'm not a baseball

fan...and the commercial...the commercial just ripped me up.

Trying to gather my hormones as I type. :hi:

[havocmom]

8. Thanks Will. Lovely gifts for me to pass along

to Havocdad. You can take the boy outta New England, but you can't make him cheer for anybody but the Sox!

[havocmom]

12. Cool, just put that on the PC for wallpaper

Gotta love it

[RubyDuby in GA]

9. Not me

I was sitting in my living room floor making protest signs crying my eyes out for all the Red Sox fans who have waited soooooo long for this.
I settled down for a bit, then that damn Nike commercial came on and got me boohooing again.

[Skittles]

10. *sniff*

come on now WIll; I'm fixing to go to the dentist to get my teeth cleaned. Do I need to look like I've been blubbering???

[Beer Snob-50]

11. Well, I had been up til about one watching the celebration

weeping like a little boy and now this picture gots me weepy eyed again, thanks!!!

[Infomaniac]

13. Dang! I thought there was no crying in baseball.

Now I'm weepy. I don't dare forward this to my husband who is sitting, mildly hungover, in cubicle land amidst a slew of Yankee fans.

[curse10]

14. Pesky!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I want to give him a big hug too!!!! :hug:

[WilliamPitt]

15. .

[realFedUp]

16. We're waiting for your weepy tribute......

Waiting for the song too.

[WilliamPitt]

17. No song, but the rest of this will be out tonight

Believe
By William Rivers Pitt
t r u t h o u t | Perspective

Friday 28 October 2004

"It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine."

- R.E.M.

Four score and six years ago, a relatively new Boston baseball team called the Red Sox won the World Series for the fifth time. Not long after, a man named George Herman Ruth, Jr. exchanged Sox red for Yankee blue in a trade that had more to do with Broadway than baseball. The Yankees, who had not yet won a single championship, spent the rest of the 20th century winning the next 26. The Red Sox, conversely, spent the remainder of the century wallowing in futility and despair. In a bit of eerie serendipity, one of hundreds that have cropped up in the last two weeks, that last Red Sox victory in 1918 came on September 11th.

On Wednesday night, October 27 2004, under the mystical light of a full moon made blood-red by an eclipse, in the 100th World Series, on the 18th anniversary of their shattering defeat in Game 7 of the 1986 World Series, the Boston Red Sox shrugged off 86 years of frustration and defeat by absolutely obliterating the mighty St. Louis Cardinals to capture the title. The Sox earned the right to summit this peak by handing their eternal rivals, the Yankees, the single worst defeat in the modern history of sport during the American League pennant series. In another of those eerie bits of serendipity, the Sox delivered this defeat to the Yankees on Mickey Mantle's birthday.

I think St. John the Divine made mention of something like this. Revelation 6:12 reads, "And I saw when he opened the sixth seal, and there was a great earthquake; and the sun became black as sackcloth, and the whole moon became as blood." A small part of me is waiting for a meteor to come down and obliterate humanity, waiting for that beast with the name of blasphemy on his head to show up, and you can be sure I'll have one eye on the ocean beyond Boston Harbor to see if it changes color. One cannot be too careful in these strange, strange days.

Every member of the now-jubilant Red Sox Nation has been transmogrified into absolute rock-ribbed believers in superstition, magic and voodoo. Consider: I spent the entire division series, the entire American League championship series, and the entire World Series sitting in the same bar (Bukowski's Tavern) on the same stool (fourth from the right) drinking the same beer (Pabst Blue Ribbon) with the same dinner (beef stew) watching the tiny television nailed to the wall above the Beer Wheel of Fortune. Each night, for every game, the people in the stools to my left and right performed the same kinds of ritualistic acts.

We paid for our dedication, to be sure. My back is a ruined knot from so many nights on that stool. My voice is a ravaged shadow of what it was before this berserk rollercoaster got rolling. I am so sleep-deprived that a number of my brain functions - the ones that control breathing, heartbeat and coherent speech - have shut down almost completely.

Worst of all, perhaps, was the fact that we had to endure the games on the Fox network, and had to listen for fourteen games to the incomprehensible blathering of Tim McCarver, easily the most unendurable nitwit in the history of sports broadcasting. In a cruel twist of the knife, the closed captioning option on the television we watched was stuck in the 'on' position, forcing us to listen to McCarver try to make sense and then, five seconds later, forcing us to read the text of whatever gibberish he had just spilled into his microphone.

Whatever. It all worked. The bar, the beer, the stool, the beef stew, the company I kept, and even McCarver are now woven into a tapestry of giddy incredulity. Revelation 6:12 spoke of an earthquake, and as anyone who was out in the streets of Boston on Wednesday night can attest, the granite soil of New England did indeed rock and roll. Thus fell Lord Perth, and the earth did shake with that thunder.

...more to come...

[VelmaD]

18. One little nitpick...

in the first paragraph. When you say "The Yankees, who had not yet won a single championship, spent the rest of the 20th century winning the next 26." it makes it sound like they won 26 in a row.

[realFedUp]

19. and to those of us who sat in the direction of the bathtub...

while watching....a little family good luck
quirk...lol, we all have them.

I think for Kerry it will be all the above
and getting out more voters.

[Phillycat]

20. The incomprehensible blathering of Tim McCarver

had nothing on the incomprehensible blathering of Joe Buck. Good GOD, man, say something resembling ANYTHING!! I haven't heard that much complete fucking bullshit coming out of someone's mouth since...well, every 4th quarter of Monday Night Football, once Madden's gotten a snootfull.

Did you know the baseball Hall of Fame complained to Fox about their abysmal coverage?

[Beer Snob-50]

21. I think their producers must have ADD

they are constantly going from dugout to dugout, back to the pitcher, crowd shot, Joe torre picking his nose, terry francona spitting, back to the pitcher.....it drives me nuts.

[Phillycat]

22. And at the same time, they can't be bothered to show you

the replays that you actually WANT to see! It's fucking ridiculous. And coming back from commercial to find that you've missed a couple of pitches or even a HIT--MOTHERFUCKER!!

[Beer Snob-50]

23. and with their 7-10 second delay

it is almost impossible to listen to Joe and Jerry on the radio while watching the action.

[Phillycat]

24. Unfortunately, that is not an option for me.

Not being in the Boston area, I couldn't find a reliable AM radio feed to listen to the game. That's how I make it through Monday Night Football usually, I just find the game on the radio and listen to it with the TV on mute. But that wasn't possible, so I was stuck with the Moron Twins. AARGH! I won't miss them, that's for sure.

[skygazer]

25. Oh, hell, I wept like a baby last night

I was misty by the 7th inning but grimly determined not to get too worked up because after all..... When that last out was made, I leapt to my feet and you probably heard me yell in Boston (I'm in California) - then I burst into tears.

I had neck surgery not too long ago and I've spent the last week and a half hunched forward on my sofa with every muscle tensed up. My physical therapist was surprised at the stiffness in my neck and shoulders since I'd been doing so well. "Baseball," I explained. She knows I'm a New Englander so it was suddenly all clear. She actually phoned me this morning to congratulate me. Nice lady.

I'm still pinching myself.

[Grown2Hate]

26. Thanks, now I'm CRYING at work...

Unbelievable. Still in shock. And thank you. :)

[Beetwasher]

27. Did You At Least Shave and Shower Yet?

Maybe you're weepy from the stench? Hee hee :evilgrin:

Congrats man! You guys truly deserved it!