Friday, October 17, 2008

The Boston Red Sox' unbearable darkness and lightness

On October 17, 2003, at 12:16 a.m., New York Yankees' pinch-hitter, Aaron "Fucking" Boone, hit a walk-off home-run off Boston Red Sox pitcher Tim Wakefield for an American League penant, adding to the Red Sox' long history of season-ending misfortunes. Flash forward five years later to 12:16 a.m. J.D. Drew hit a line drive over Tampa Bay Rays' outfielder Gabe Gross to drive home Kevin Youkilis and lead the Red Sox to an 8-7 win.

This was the second greatest comeback in postseason history. The script appeared to be the same at Fenway Park as the previous two games. Tampa's B.J. Upton hits a two-run homer in the first inning, and they continued piling on from there, while the Red Sox' hitting continued to struggle. Down 7-0 in the bottom of the 7th inning, fans began making their way to the exits and for good reason. Suddenly, the Red Sox' bats came to life. Coco Crisp was able to finally drive home a run. Then, David Ortiz proved why he's still one of the great clutch hitters in postseason history, driving a three-run homer deep into the right field stands. There was hope the rest of the way with the score 7-4 heading into the eighth inning.

We know the recent history of Boston's fortunes. Down 3-0 to the Yankees, the Red Sox staged the greatest comeback in sports history and won the 2004 World Series. In 2007, they were written off again, trailing the Cleveland Indians 3-1; another comeback and World Championship. This time, they face a young, resilient Rays' team and still have to win two in a row in Tampa. Who knows what will happen, but one can unequivocally say that last night was magical under a harvest moon with its blazen orange glow and clouds hovering just below.

2 comments:

Thomas said...

Holy crap! I saw online last night that the Sox were down 7-0 and just figured that they ended up losing. Shame on me. Looking forward to tomorrow's game.

Unknown said...

Oh, I don't blame ya'. I was about ready to just call it a night myself. My two Red Sox' friends went to sleep while it happened. I can't wait myself.