From worst to first! What a year! Big Papi gets MVP! Hoo-Ya! Uehara's little son, when asked how he would celebrate, answered "CRAZY!" Well done Olde Towne Team! Thank you! Again.
Ha! Good stuff!!!! I ended up watching the WHOLE game...first full game I think I have seen since the Brewers left the American League. (when I gave up baseball) ENJOY ENJOY ENJOY
Well, enjoy it Shaw because you aren't going to see a team like this for a while.
Outside of Ortiz, Pedroia and maybe Lester it isn't a team of superstars. Just a bunch of guys with the right manager who loved playing baseball and that's the part that may be hard to retain.
That was the critical quality of this team. They just loved playing baseball.
I rate it number two after '67. Just a hell of a season.
Wacha, Verlander, Moore, Scherzer, Price, Wainright ... they couldn't get it done against a team that wasn't hitting well outside Ortiz. Sox just kept at it.
Enjoy, you won't have a season like this again for a while. That would be catching lightning in a bottle twice.
Like many Red Sox fans in 2003, I was the son of a Boston fan, who was the son of a Boston fan, who was the son of a Boston fan. The Red Sox were generational; it was just something you did. Eat your vegetables, respect your elders, Boston baseball.
I, like many, have that ever lasting memory of Boston as they came back from the impossible deficit, led in part by timely, gritty play from Ortiz.
Old people literally died happier because of it. It meant so much.
All these many years later, Big Papi is still doing it. And it still means so much. A kids' sport. Baseball. Yet the strength, character and poise of that ball club has always seemed to surpass other clubs. No disrespect to other clubs, of course, but they're just not Boston.
Other kids may have run around their neighborhoods pretending to be Superman or Superwoman, but I remember running around my neighborhood yelling "Monbouquette!" "Monbouquette!" I loved saying that name. And he was, afterall, a local boy.
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Great year with a fitting finish for America's team.
But there are some calling the Champs moocher enablers. Really, I'm not kidding. Check it out at Libertarian Republican.
Maybe later I'll check it out, or maybe never.
Not going to let sour political comments spoil this very, very, very nice day.
Parade on Saturday here in Beantown!
Congratulations to Boston!
Don't want to spoil your day, if that is what it would do.
Frankly I thought the post over at LR was quite amusing. Gave me a good morning laugh.
You know, the mentality and all.
Ha! Good stuff!!!! I ended up watching the WHOLE game...first full game I think I have seen since the Brewers left the American League. (when I gave up baseball) ENJOY ENJOY ENJOY
Shaw... this year I have to admit I was rooting for the Cards... but I am not disappointed with the Sox winning.
I've had a soft spot in my heart for them since the days of Jim Lonborg, Tony C, Yaz and of course Luis Tiant and FIsk...
Congrats on a great season...
Congratulations Boston! Or as we say here in New Zealand "ka pai."
Well, enjoy it Shaw because you aren't going to see a team like this for a while.
Outside of Ortiz, Pedroia and maybe Lester it isn't a team of superstars. Just a bunch of guys with the right manager who loved playing baseball and that's the part that may be hard to retain.
That was the critical quality of this team. They just loved playing baseball.
I rate it number two after '67. Just a hell of a season.
Wacha, Verlander, Moore, Scherzer, Price, Wainright ... they couldn't get it done against a team that wasn't hitting well outside Ortiz. Sox just kept at it.
Enjoy, you won't have a season like this again for a while. That would be catching lightning in a bottle twice.
Thumbs up!
Thanks to you all for the good wishes. And especially from the fan in N.Z.!
Like many Red Sox fans in 2003, I was the son of a Boston fan, who was the son of a Boston fan, who was the son of a Boston fan. The Red Sox were generational; it was just something you did. Eat your vegetables, respect your elders, Boston baseball.
I, like many, have that ever lasting memory of Boston as they came back from the impossible deficit, led in part by timely, gritty play from Ortiz.
Old people literally died happier because of it. It meant so much.
All these many years later, Big Papi is still doing it. And it still means so much. A kids' sport. Baseball. Yet the strength, character and poise of that ball club has always seemed to surpass other clubs. No disrespect to other clubs, of course, but they're just not Boston.
Anonymous Cubed said...
Big Papi gets MVP! Hoo-Ya!
HOORAY! HOORAY! FABULOUS BIG PAPI AND THE HORSE PAUL REVERE RODE IN ON, REGALLY!
Perhaps 95 years.
Other kids may have run around their neighborhoods pretending to be Superman or Superwoman, but I remember running around my neighborhood yelling "Monbouquette!" "Monbouquette!" I loved saying that name. And he was, afterall, a local boy.
Bill Monbouquette.
Just one of many memories of The Olde Towne Team.
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