Our Papi, who art in Fenway

When it came to the Red Sox, I've always been a big fan. Not a FANATIC as some would say, but a card carrying member of Red Sox nation before the term was ever used. I might not know everything about the team, but I know a good amount; maybe I don't watch EVERY game but I certainly catch a vast majority. As I watched demon-seed Jonathan Papelbon strike out the last batter for the win I lost my shit. I was screaming at the top of my lungs. It felt so good to be there again, to feel like anythings possible. Guys like Lowell, Beckett, Ortiz, Youk, Pedroia, Ellsbury, Matusaka, Wakefield, and Lester to name but a few DESERVED this win. No one could take this one away as a "fluke" or the Red Sox being "due". There was no if ands or buts about this win. We were the best and proved it. But this was certainly a different feeling

2004, as great as it was for us as Sox Faithful, is still looked at as a fluke by many outside of Red Sox Nation borders. They said we "Got Lucky". Not that I ever believed what the nay-sayers had to complain about, but this one WAS different. We played strong ALL year, uncharateristic of the Sox. Not too mention we had lights out pitching, something many experts said was lacking in 2004. Sure the ALCS was a battle, but it should have been. The Indians were one hell of a team, we clawed for that Pennant. I'm sure Sox fans (and moreover, Rockies fans) were hoping for a closer Series, but on the other hand it's also nice to just lay the smack-down, four rounds four knockdowns.

The bottom line is that I don't want to hear the question being asked "Which one was better" because sure, 2004 can't ever be compared too; THE FIRST TIME in 86 YEARS. Just getting to the Series defied belief, winning the Series only made in more surreal. I'd even venture to say that when it comes to many Sox faithful that just winning the 2004 ALCS would have been enough, given the triumphant comeback over the Evil Empire. But winning the whole thing, after THAT comeback, after THOSE 86 years, with THAT team, was magical.

Maybe yes. Maybe no. Maybe go fuck yourself.

Blogs. Until today, for this class, I didn't really know what a blog was, nor did I really care. I've always kinda hated those people who put their life out there for everyone to judge, comment on, and, as we all know it happens, make fun of. Not to mention those people that feel it's their place to tell me how they feel about my life. I figure for every 5 meaningless repsonces I get, I might get one with actual substance. But herein lies my problem; I am the most curious fucking person you'll ever meet. Add to that I wear my heart on my sleeve. And I ramble. Aw shit.... this could be an issue. Do blogs need an actual point?