Oh god. Can I say “Here we go again?”. C’mon Sox. Don’t go down like this.
I got to chase some demons when the Sox won it in ‘04. Yeah, there might have been a tear. Does finally winning it make losing in the playoffs a little more palatable? I got to sit next to a Yankee fan during game 4 of the World Series in ‘04 (and clincher) and he kept on throwing out the “well, the run had to come to an end sometime” and “red sox just got lucky”. He also managed to ramble on about how the Yankees with A-Rod were going to win multiple World Series titles. Yuh-huh. All this guy wanted to talk about was game 7 of 2003. Hey buddy, I was in a NYC bar with about 70% Yankees fans for game 7 in 2003 (Aaron F*cking Boone). I saw it. Lets move on.
Anyway, fast forward to the present and my mobile phone is slowly burning through my allotment of monthly text messages. Guess who they are coming from? Yeah, Yankees fans. Who obviously aren’t watching their team, because the Yankees are busy playing golf. C’mon guys. Is it really that bad for you? Your team has other issues. Go figure out who your coach is going to be next year. Remind yourself that the Sox won the AL East. And you didn’t. You got crushed in the playoffs because A-Rod Houdini’ed it. Again. He carried you almost all year. And all you want to do is run him out of town.
Well, I just squirmed through game 4, and tried to remain emotionless as possible. Tough to watch Wakefield pitch (hard to argue against his success) because seeing that 65 mph butterfly roam across the plate is a one-eye-open fan activity. 5th inning was tough (a Cleveland touchdown). You’ve been there. All you can do is lie motionless on the couch, praying to the baseball gods. You want to change the channel, but you can’t. Maybe a nervous laugh or two. I got a small answer with Yook, Ortiz and Manny (very cool to see) but of course, that was it. Game 5 is Thursday night. Can Beckett get the series back to Boston? Simple answer now, you have to win the rest. All the cliche’s. One at a time, right coach? Your work is cut out for you. Gotta win. No matter what. Hey, capture game 5 in Cleveland and then get it back to Boston. Win out at home. Right? You never know. More improbable things have happened. 2004 - Yanks kill the Sox 19-8 to take a 3-0 lead in the ALCS. Exactly one year ago. We all know what happened next. I find myself in small superstitions hoping that I will somehow affect the result of the game. Never works. Strange.
I do love the story of the Colorado Rockies. I mean, losing once in 15 games to finish the season, winning the 1-game playoff just to get in (extra innings no less), then sweeping Philly and Arizona. Very cool. Now there is something I want to see - snow in the World Series. This is when baseball matters. When games count. I know, the other 162 games “count”, but going on a 4-game losing streak ends your season here.
Until its over, I’ll shut my mouth (promise).
Yessss…. Hockey is here! This actually gets me more pumped up than college football (very close second). There is nothing like pro hockey. Its grace, its power, its fast. Its brutally strong guys from places like Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan and Dnipropetrovsk, Ukraine (say that 5 times real fast) chasing a frozen 3-inch piece of rubber around a 200×85 sheet of ice with sticks and attempting to both a) knock someones head off, and b) not get their own head knocked off. On a swivel folks. Blink and you might miss it.
Yesssss! College football is here. I love saturdays. I was one of those communist (that’s what my coach called all soccer players) kickers at Pitt. I never got off the bench and still plucking the splinters out, but saturdays were religious. Anything can happen. For the most part, what you get is 18-22 year olds laying it out there on every play. The first weekend of play normally has games like Pitt vs E. Michigan, Florida vs W. Kentucky, USC vs St Mary’s School for the Blind, and Michigan vs. Appalachian St, and the scores typically resemble a Team USA basketball game vs Guatemala (Cue the music - “Which one of these is not like the others?”). Just in case you were on a remote island somewhere, living under a rock or work in a nuclear missile silo, the Mountaineers of
I am happy. The start of the EPL campaign has begun. I’m a big Man Utd. fan, so, there is a lot to look forward to, except drawing with Reading on the opening match (dammit!). In watching, it reminded me of the constant debate as to why soccer is not more popular here (in the US) vs. the REST of the world. I think the answer is simple - how many American father’s want their son to be the next Pele’ or Eric Wynalda (did some of you say “who”? Exactly). Exposure. I was lucky, my brother got me into the game. He was good, really good. He just gave it up. Today, though, most kids grow up with “3 balls” - baseball, basketball, & football. This is what you do in the neighborhood after school and on weekends, and this is what your father pushes you toward, especially if your father lives vicariously as a couch QB and has an unfulfilled dream of some “could of been” pro career. (Anyway, if I keep talking about this, you’ll have to charge me $135/hour.) There’s no glory in soccer, no headlines, no local hero. What father would want that for “their boy”? See my point?