This has absolutely no Mormon content. It’s just that I know lots of you are in NYC, and I am in Boston, and I do not want to miss this RARE opportunity to say:
Nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah!!
And I’m starting a write-in campaign for some candidates I can really get excited about
ORTIZ–WAKEFIELD ’04
(And yes, tomorrow you can all laugh at me)
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This has absolutely no Mormon content.
How about 1 Nephi 11:36?
“And it came to pass that I saw and bear record, that the great and spacious building was the pride of the world; and it fell, and the fall thereof was exceedingly great.”
Ann, thanks for your kind comments. I have nothing but the worst forebodings for Game 7, but I’m happy the Sox made it this far.
And my vote is for Schilling for president. That man has some serious stones. He chose to go to Boston, to be in the eye of the storm. He wanted to be a curse killer. He called out the Yankees all season long. And then he fought through injury to walk his talk tonight. I am in total awe. How can anyone not like sports? It may not be solemn, life-saving heroism, but it’s heroism nonetheless.
Rusty, I am a Washingtonian-in-exile. My father’s family is from western Washington (mostly Tacoma), and I spent the best four years of my childhood growing up in Spokane. It is my number one desire (well, aside from that whole salvation thing) to be able to return to the Evergreen State, but life has its insidious ways of keeping me in ugly, hot deserts. I’m beginning to think I’ve been cursed to roam the desert wilderness for 40 years before I ever get back to Washington. If so, I’ve still got 23 years to go. :(
But, yes, I am a fan of Seattle teams. Although it’s hard from my distance, I try to follow the Seahawks, Mariners and even the Huskies, although I went to BYU. One thing I like about Seattle fans is they are realistic. We hope for the best, but we rarely get caught up in the all-too-common impulse among sports fans to blow their own teams’ prowess out of proportion. I’m hoping the Seahawks can get their heads back in the game before this season is over, but things are looking a bit grim right now.
As a Boston fan in an office full of Yankee’s fans, I appreciate the solidarity.
Question: If a senior partner sends out a firm-wide email saying simply ‘Yankee’s win” every time the Yankee’s win a playoff game, would it be OK for me (a second-year associate) to send out an firm-wide email saying “Red Sox win” if the Red Sox win tonight?
As someone who lives in Boston (ok, Brookline, but five minutes walking from Fenway Park) let me say that almost everyone in New England would gladly give up the Pats’ two Super Bowl victories just to beat the Yankees tonight. Not win the World Series, just beat the Yankees and go to the series. People do not care about the Patriots the way they care about the Red Sox. Period.
By the way, Kris, David Ortiz is not eligible to be elected president, because he was born outside of the United States. (See http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/baseball/mlb/players/5909/ ).
Can I just say that Curt Schilling is a hoss?
OK. Curt Schilling is a HOSS!!
danithew, I agree. But this has the scent of destiny to it. I think for the Sox to fully shake off the curse, it doesn’t hurt to do it in the most dramatic fashion imaginable. Coming back from an 0-3 deficit to beat the Yankees in their own stadium, with a grand slam just crossing the lip of Ruth’s porch, is the stuff of legend and seems to be a very good omen, if you believe in omens. But I don’t think the Sox players will take a WS victory for granted, because that’s just not in their character.
I guess deep down I’m not superstitious, but I won’t deny that baseball is a mystical sport. I find it interesting that, in the end, Yankees fans seem to believe in the curse more than Sox fans. I wonder what that says about Yankees culture. Still, it’s fun to imagine that somewhere in the spirit world Babe Ruth is so tired of being harrassed by bitter, deceased Red Sox fans that he pleaded with a higher power to erase the curse.
And speaking of Yankees culture, nice work lemming. Spot on. I’ve waxed rhapsodic about baseball already, but I just can’t get over how saturated with drama postseason baseball can be. Practically Shakespearean.
Derek Jeter is my Shepherd …
Ha ha. I can be monumentally longwinded even on mindless throw-away topics. I need help.
Ha! Greatest 7 game series ever!
I bow to all the winners, a great game, and series.
I had been thinking, because the tension in my house has been almost unbearable, that if the Yankees would just get it overwith and win, then it would be over. But then, of course, they would still be playing, and the tension would be unbearable until it was ALL over.
When Schilling was being interviewed about The Shoe, he said that they had tried everything, and had pretty much given up, and then they tried one very last thing, as a last-ditch effort, and it worked.
Schilling gave all thanks to God for being able to play last night. And even agnostic me said, before the game, that Schilling was playing because God wanted him to.
I also am not hopeful about tonight. But I hope I am wrong.
It’s over.
Kaimi: DH=Dear Husband, DW=Dear Wife, DD6= Dear six-year-old daughter, DS12= Dear 12-year-old son, etc.
Not a sports fan, myself, being more inclined to watch musicals and try other MORE INTELLECTUAL pursuits, Kristine, may I please say….
It’s not over til it’s over.
:)
One George down, one George to go…
People often heckle BCCers as blasphemous, but until now, the allegations weren’t true.
So who believes in curses? I would love to see the Red Sox beat the Yankees, let alone get a chance at the World Series, but I’m beginning to think that there might be something to this whole curse idea, and the reason has everything to do with… football.
The New England Patriots are, without any doubt, the luckiest team in the history of football. For the last three years (with a modest hiatus), they have enjoyed lucky break after lucky break after lucky break. I hate them and their pretty boy quarterback who walks on water on models on the side. I hate their genius coach. I hate the botched calls that go their way in postseason snow bowls. I hate their blind luck win streak that depends on rare goof ups by their opponents –week after week — to keep it alive.
And the only reason I can think of to account for this is that God, a man with a healthy sense of irony at the best of times, is rewarding New Englanders in a way they don’t want to be rewarded. For whatever reason, a Red Sox World Series title is just not something he can offer them. So he’s making it up them by giving them spectacular success in a sport that is consaidered second-rate in America only in New England. The rest of the country would trade 10 World Series titles for one Super Bowl victory. Not New England. They would trade 100 Super Bowls champions for a single World Series victory.
And that’s about as ironic as sports can get.
This ALCS comeback can only end badly. I see Schilling putting on the performance of a lifetime tonight, only to see his team lose in Game 7. Now instead of going out with a whimper, the Yankees can twist the knife by getting Red Sox fans hopes up before ending it all.
But watching all those pathetic Red Sox fans (and I’m pulling for you, I really am — I just don’t see it happening) going through personal Gethsemanes at Fenway the last couple nights makes me wonder, in all seriousness, would God ever, under any circumstances, answer a prayer for a sports victory? What circumstances?
If there are any, it would seem that the desperately, agonizingly hopeful Red Sox fans would qualify more than anyone else, perhaps in the history of sports, and yet I can’t help but wonder what their motive is. Is it really to win, or is it just to beat the Yankees? Because if it’s the latter, it’s an impure motive, and I don’t see that kind of prayer ever being answered.
Anyway, my fortune cookie last week informed to “Expect the worst, and you won’t be surprised.” So far, it’s been right on. Dodgers were out in four. My beloved Seahawks have been robbed twice in a row. And although I’m pulling for the Sox, I don’t think it will happen.
This can only mean one thing: Four more years of that Texas nitwit flushing our country down the toilet. I’ve got a losing streak that would make Red Sox fans pity me.
That was really something. I have to tip my hat to the Red Sox and their fans for keeping the faith and making the unimaginable happen. WOW.
Now, despite this feeling of utter finality — it has occurred to me that this was just the pennant. The World Series still awaits. It would be a shame if the Sox didn’t win it all after that gutsy effort … but the Curse is still the Curse until the Sox win it all.
Tom,
I’m with you about the Sox. You said “my beloved Seahawks” are you from Seattle? I am from Spokane and have been a Seahawks fan since I was a wee little tike. It’s hard being a Seattle sports fan. Mariners having huge seasons only to choke to the Yankees (hence my eternal hatred of the team), and the Seahawks always failing to rise.
Tom, that was not longwinded. That was eloquent. I’m in awe.
My DH lives and dies with the Yankees. When they live, he dies, and vice versa. I don’t think he can take another night like the last two.
Umm,
What does DH mean, anyway? I see people use it quite a bit. And I know they can’t all be talking about Designated Hitters.
YAY SOX! What a series. Saturday can’t come soon enough.