Señor Grumblecakes (jervo) wrote,
Señor Grumblecakes

Boston fans and Yankee haters, please skip

WOW. I had rehearsal last night, and when I checked the score Boston was up 4-0, and I had pretty much given up hope.

When I got home, it was Boston up 5-2, bottom of the 8th, 1 out, Jeter at the plate. But even when Bernie drove him in, I still didn't quite feel like the Yankees would be able to pull it out; I thought for SURE that the bullpen would shut it down. Except the bullpen didn't shut it down, and then Zilla killed a double, and Pedro STILL didn't come out, and then Jorge blooped a flare into shallow center field and suddenly it was a tie game.

And yet I STILL didn't feel right; when Mariano came out for his 3rd inning, I thought for sure that he'd give up at least a run; it wasn't until that last strikeout that I started thinking that something was going to happen.

And then Aaron - bleeping - Boone.

I am a big Boone fan, and not just because he lets my "Boston-curse-of-the-Bambino/Bucky/Buckner/anything that starts with B" theory hold more weight. He's a great 3rd baseman and even though he struggled when he came over, he had great numbers with the Reds - and, well, he's still a hell of a lot better than Drew Henson. He's a great guy, total team player, and he was the perfect guy to accept the hero role.

I think I've replayed that home run about a thousand times since it happened; definitely one of the most amazing baseball moments, if not THE most amazing, I've ever seen - and that includes 2 perfect games,= and any number of recent Yankees postseason insanity. At this point, the World Series is pretty much just gravy, as far as I'm concerned. Beating Pedro and the Red Sox in a game 7 in extra innings on a home run off of Wakefield... that's pretty much as good as it gets.

Because I wasn't quite sure the Yankees would win, I bought a shit-load of comfort items yesterday, including:

  1. David Foster Wallace: Everything and More

  2. Live from New York (SNL book)

  3. the new Outkast

  4. the new Wrens

  5. the new Death Cab

  6. the new Aesop Rock


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