On an eve when the moon passed through the shadow of the earth, the Red Sox emerged from the shadow of the Curse...
Finally. The Boston Red Sox are finally World Champions, and everything in the world is right again. They are heroes to anyone who's ever suffered,
anyone who's ever fought the good fight and lived to tell. They are the quintessence of unity, the epitome of perseverance, bastions of faith, living,
walking proof of the American Dream. They are - unequivocally - America's Team, men who transcend the confines of Sport. And on an improbable night in
St. Louis, a country of baseball fans and non-fans alike became a Nation...
After eight straight wins, momentum never seemed so momentous. The story of the 2004 Boston Red Sox reads not as a narrative but as an epic of
legendary proportions. It's about an Empire's demise and a Nation's rise. It's about being ice cool and red hot. It's about breaking every rule and
doing everything right. It's about rewriting history, reversing a curse and defying destiny. It's about shifting into the highest gear, hitting cruise
control and never looking back. And as the Red Sox drive off into the sunset, the sun never shone so brightly over one Nation, under God, indivisible,
with idiocy and justice for all...
If only for a moment, I thought I was a Cardinals fan. I felt their pain. It was a feeling I knew all too well and had learned to accept if not
masochistically embrace. I was, after all, a Red Sox fan. If unparalleled success was "what it means to be a Yankee," unmitigated failure was the
legacy of the Hometown Team...
This was our history. This was our curse. This was our fate. Winning had always been an unattainable ideal, an entity more elusive than the meaning of
life, a notion rarely imagined and never fully fathomed. It was not to be, not in my grandfather's lifetime, not in my father's lifetime, and
certainly not in mine...
Why should this team be any different? Why should my generation, my Red Sox Nation, taste the glory that had eluded so many of my predecessors, those
who stood as the true foundation of Red Sox fandom. But as our newly crowned World Champions celebrated on the mound for the first time in 86 years, I
found my answer in a rhetorical question that just so happened to be the rallying cry of the World Champions: Why Not Us?
If the Yankees are the Cowboys of baseball, then the 2004 Red Sox are the 1981 49ers. In January of 1982, San Francisco arrived in the NFC
Championship, both figuratively and literally. As the story goes, the Niners trailed by six in the waning moments of the game. Less than ninety
seconds separated Tom Landry and the hated Cowboys from another conference title. But two guys named Joe and Dwight had other plans, connecting on
"the Catch" to complete a miraculous comeback of their own. Just like that, the Dallas Dynasty began to crumble, as another, equally potent reign
began. And if history has its way, this is only the beginning for the Boston Red Sox...