Redsoxchickie: Just This Side of Stalking

The Greatest 24 Hours Eva!!!

Ok, I can finally grasp that we finally ended an 86-year-old drought…well almost. I’ve watched the MLB DVD 4 times and I still bite down on my pillow for fear that we’ll lose the series. It may be years before one can undo a lifetime of the kind of psychological damage that the Red Sox has imposed on us. But someday, maybe when I’m in the nursing home with my martini balanced on my wheelchair arm I’ll be able to watch it without cringing in fear. For now I’ll just bask in the remembrance of the GREATEST 24 HOURS EVA!!!!

I could give a minute-by-minute recap of the entire night but it would mainly be a lot of stomach ailment descriptions so I thought I’d spare you and skip to the highlights.

- One should never drink a bottle of merlot and eat a buffalo chicken wrap on the evening of watching a game that could have sociological repercussions for decades. Stress combined with acid content equals Mount Saint Helen’s.

- I hate FOX

- I was in full OCD mode with my lucky shirt on, lucky candle at the ready and strategically time butt breaks and well planned viewing strategy of bringing my ticket buddy to watch the game with the people I’d watched the Patriots win the two Super Bowls.

- I was so wound up before the game even started my toes went numb from clenching them.

- Normal people would have been happy with the lead we had in the game. Red Sox fans actually fear leads.

- I didn’t blink until the after the third inning.

- I started my Rain Man rocking in the chair around the fifth inning.

- Now that I think about it I don’t remember much of the game…must have been due to the fact I lost most blood flow to my head and was probably going to stroke out any second.

- In the 8th I lost it. I mean COMPLETELY lost it. I started shaking uncontrollably, and laughing and crying at the same time. I couldn’t speak; just make scary, insane type noises. When my friends’ roommate saw me and was genuinely horrified/concerned she asked my friend Christine if I was ok. And Christine delivered the best line of the night deadpanning “Oh, it ok. She just realized they’re probably going to win.”

- I somehow recovered in the bottom of the ninth. After all I needed to remember this night for the rest of my natural life…which, if they won could happen immediately proceeding the game.

- We won…..we won?….

- Take New Year’s Y2K style, the 4th of July, and everyone on the planet’s birthday, multiply it by ten and you almost come close to capturing what it was like in Boston. Car honking, people screaming and general revelry everywhere.

The next day was quite the scene. I don’t think you could find anyone within New England that didn’t have a smile on their face. I think it was the first day in history that no one flipped the bird on Storrow Drive. Everything was great that day. The air was fresh, the sun was shining and we had a big fat trophy that said were we the Champions. Visions of hearing “We are the Champions” playing at Fenway all next season danced through my head. Being able to yell about the Yankees inadequacies and have it be true?!?!?! Priceless. I finally got my bling-bling.

For the first time ever I’ll be whole-heartedly looking forward to next year. No more “19…18” crap (Oh and as for the latest pathetic attempt of New Yorkers trying to lick their wounds by saying “all you need is 25 more”, I’d like to say in response: All that matters is who won the LAST one). No more waiting for the inevitable mid-season implosion. No more “Maybe Next Year” unless its in regards to repeating.

So until the 2005 season starts I’ll just be hanging out… waiting for some locusts…the seas to boil…and four guys on horses to stop by.