Manny cracks one in the top of the 4th.
After what happened last year, hopes are high here in Red Sox Nation south--otherwise known as Red Bank, NJ, and yet otherwise known as Yankeeland. Several people have asked who I’m rooting for in the Yankee/Twins series.
As if.
Bring on the Yankees. There is no other possible way to fully recover from the heart-shattering loss of last October than to return to the scene of the crime and extract excruciating, cold blooded revenge. I have been in a mental haze since that Aaron F------ Boone home run. I dare even posit that it played a part in my little trip to the Monmouth Hilton, that it paved the way for the 10-yard gaze that the social coordinators interpreted as a need for a little time away.
To quote the massively excellent ESPN columnist, Bill Simmons,
“I still remember everything about last October, those twelve playoff games unfolding like rounds in a classic boxing match, so many twists and turns that even Harold Lederman couldn't have scored it. I still remember the minutes and hours after that fateful Game 7 in the Bronx, when I called Dad just to make sure he was still breathing. I still remember the following afternoon, when everything hit me at once -- the residual emotions of the past three weeks swelling up like a killer wave, knocking me right on my back -- and I actually had to leave work early. It was too much. Baseball shouldn't mean this much.
"A few months passed. I thought I was okay…This isn't about a curse, it's about baggage, the way an accumulation of experiences alters your innate reactions. Like every Red Sox fan, I have baggage. Tons of it. Now we're heading into October…My guard is up. I can't help it.”
Do the man justice and read the full text: http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/page2/story?page=simmons/040929
Bring on the Yankees. It's the only cure not worse than the medicine. It's the only cure for the curse. And don't tell me to be careful what I wish for. It's never stopped me before.
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