I'll have more to say about the Sox winning the World Series but here's a quick recap from around the Web.
Bill Simmons gives the play-by-play of his night watching the Sox.
Now the 1918 jokes are done. Now TV networks can't ruin our playoff games anymore. Now we can watch Red Sox games without waiting for the Other Shoe. Now we don't have to deal with manipulative books and documentaries, or hear about Buckner, Zimmer, Grady, Pesky, Torrez, Stanley and Schiraldi ever again. It's a clean slate. We're like those ugly contestants who show up on "The Swan," get fifty grand worth of plastic surgery, then start sobbing in front of a full-length mirror when they see themselves. That's every Red Sox fan right now.
The Bambino's Curse weblog is done.
My work here is done.
Beth puts together a helpful FAQ.
Do you feel that your identity has changed as a Bostonian, as a Red Sox fan, or as a viable human being?Posted by Josh at October 28, 2004 09:00 AM | TrackBackYes. For the better.
Do you think you'll lose interest in your team now that you're no longer on this Quixotic campaign for a championship?
Didn't happen with the Patriots. If anything, I love those goofy bastards even more. Before it was like a little hard nugget of tortured love in my heart. Now it's molten and...I'm aborting this metaphor before it comes even more monstrous. I didn't sleep at all last night. Sorry.