Pure, unbridled joy.
Thatís what we have in Boston today, folks.
The Boston Red Sox are World Champs, and yes, you can believe it.
Happy Halloween, indeed.
While itís difficult to compare these bearded chaps to the idiots of í04, can we argue that this was the most satisfying Boston title since the í01 Patriots? Thereís something to be said about coming out of nowhere, chips down and what have you. These Red Sox had it all; charisma, attitude, and, most importantly, an everlasting will.
Look, we canít exactly equate what happened at the Boston Marathon with winning a title. Thatís a trite exemption that I fear many will take today. But the way these Red Sox players rallied around a city in pain is something to take note of.
This IS our %$%^# city.
Whatever grief we may have given the Red Sox for signing David Ortiz to that two-year-deal in the offseason seems sillier than any Mr. Show sketch you can imagine. We criticized the Sox for paying for a face, the face of a franchise going nowhere, in order to sell tickets at their annual Christmas affair.
Boy. Man. Were we wrong on that one.
The moment Ortiz took that microphone in April, we should have known. Watching his speech after winning the World Series MVP trophy only sealed the thought clearer. Ortiz ďgets it.Ē He s one of us. And frankly, in a baseball landscape littered with free agency and jumping for the nearest dollar, we should have appreciated that.
Jacoby Ellsbury, are you listening?
Word association. Ortiz. Bostonian. Ellsbury. See ya.
Thatís eight professional sports titles since 2001 for Boston, nine if you count the Cannons, which nobody does. My children are eight months, three years old, and six years old, and they have been alive for four titles combined. How does that happen? I had to wait for Larry Bird to come this way from Indiana to see my first.
Not like I have to tell you, but Boston is a special place. You come here, and you donít go home. Itís why what happened in April resonated so greatly, especially in a city that doesnít take %^$# from anyone.
THIS IS OUR %$%^& CITY.
Maybe thatís why this title, above all others, feels so special. It comes on the heels of a city in mourning, and for a resilient fan base that deserved nothing less than this after the past two years.
The 2001 Patriots, of course, came on the eve of Sept. 11, and transformed a city of ďLoservilleĒ into a town of champions.
Nothing will beat 2004, but this. This is close.
Celebrate, Boston. Take your kids to the parade, and have no fears. Thatís, after all, what this country is supposed to be about. My children and I will be there. And you know what, maybe weíll park ourselves right in front of The Forum as the Duck Boats pass.
The Sox are World Champs. And Boston is the greatest city in the world.