The Greatest Team in Baseball

My team made history tonight. I’ve sat through games at Fenway where the temperature on the field was below freezing. I’ve had beer dumped on me by rowdy fans in the cheap bleacher seats. I’ve given up hope year after year.
But none of that mattered tonight — a night that saw the first lunar eclipse in the history of the World Series; a night that marked 18 years exactly since the Mets destroyed Beantown’s hopes in Game 7; a night that saw history made in Busch Stadium in St. Louis.
Tonight I saw perhaps the greatest baseball team ever win one of the smoothest World Series ever. They played cool and mechanical. They played to win. There was no stopping them. Derek Lowe was rock soldi, as was Pedro before him, and Schilling before them. Boston had the Big Mo and they made it look so easy.
Accolades and superlatives come easily these days. Rhetoric doesn’t mean much (Can you name the horse that this spring was supposed to be the greatest horse in decades?). But, tonight, oh, tonight.
Tonight, 24 guys wearing red stockings did what no team had done in 86 years; they got there by doing what no team in the history of the sport had done; and the pitcher on the mound became the first pitcher ever to clinch all three rounds of a post-season. This is historic. This is what we’ve waited for all these many years. This my friends, was baseball. This is why it will forever be the greatest sport in America.
Beware, all those who dare to cross our path, there are some powerful cosmic karma forces at work this year. This wasn’t just vindication — this was pre-ordained destiny from on-high. You may be faith-based, but this year our faith is stronger.
The Sox broke the curse. The New England Patriots are on a record winning streak. What’s the next major event involving a Boston-area favorite? What will the next historic acheivement be?
2004 is Boston’s house.