Alright, I originally wrote this back on October 19th and, due to a DNS error, it got posted to my old web space over at XrackHosting. Since then, the Sox let Grady go and discovered they couldn’t give away Manny Ramirez. On the blog side of things, my PowerBook got shipped back to Apple (twice), so I wasn’t doing a whole lot on the Internet when I wasn’t at work. I guess I’ve softened a bit about the Sox waving goodbye to Grady, especially if it’s true that he didn’t bother to hold a hitter’s meeting before the Oakland series and that he did not want to return if he only had a one year contract.
“Cursed” baseball team gets with 5 outs of the World Series, manager makes decision to leave stud pitcher in game when he might be tiring, team blows lead, loses game, end up missing out on World Series.
Fire Dusty Baker!
Sorry, I’ve been wanting to say that for days now.
It’s been a few days since the Red Sox 2003 season came to a screaching halt and I’ve been wanting to type up some thoughts on the year and how it ended. It’s not that I’ve been avoiding writing this, but I’ve had almost no free time since Aaron F-ing Boone sent Tim Wakefield‘s final knuckler of 2003 into the Yankee Stadium stands. I got home at 1:30 that night, crashed, went to work, then out to Troy for the weekend.
First off, to anybody who thinks the Sox should fire Grady Little, SHUT UP ALREADY. He led a record-setting Red Sox team that won more games (95) than all but 4 other team and was on the cusp of making the World Series. According to Gordon Edes, managerial guru Joe Torre said that
outlasting Little’s Sox the greatest achievement of his career. So, all the Fire Grady folks want me to believe the Red Sox achievements and magical moments were in spite of Grady? Riiight.
Hey, the guys been doing this in the big leagues for 2 years. In one of the toughest baseball towns there is. I’m in favor of seeing if Grady can move beyond his Dusty Baker stage.
Second, I’d rather see the Red Sox lose an absolutely amazing game like game 7 on a walk-off homer as opposed to a fluke play, blown call, or walk-off walk. When it comes to the Red Sox and the Yankees, there’s not a whole lot my Yankee-loving college roommate and I agree about. However, when we chatted Friday morning, we both understood that we saw a baseball game for the ages. Not for something stupid like the ball going through Buckner‘s legs, but because I saw two quality baseball teams go the full 12 rounds putting everything on the line.
Somebody asked me how long I cried after game 7. I replied that I’d not shed a tear. It’s not that I didn’t care — hell, I’d grown more attached to this particular incarnation of the Red Sox than any team in recent memory — but more that I wasn’t going to let a disappointing ending spoil what’s been a great 7 month run.
I lost track of the number of times I went into work bleary-eyed because I stayed up watching a game the night before. Sometimes I greeted my coworkers with a stupid grin, other times with a “What was I thinking?!?”
I attended three games at Fenway Park, including 2 walk-off victories by the Sox.
Now, a World Series win woulda been nice (and the resulting party in the streets of Boston would resemble a Mardi Gras party organized by Caligula), but I had so much fun from April to October that I’m already looking forward to pitchers and catchers reporting in February.