Here's a clip shot at the Blarney Stone as the last out of the series was made...
Even the Worcester blogosphere's most notable Yankees fan is glad the Sox won.
Me? Well, the last time I was in Fenway Park I was a Cub Scout. I sat down near 1st base with the rest of the scout pack. And every time Ted Williams came up to bat, they walked him.
I couldn't believe it!
Ted would toss the bat and trot over to first base, within a few yards of me and stand there.
Every time at bat, they walked him.
So, this is professional baseball, I realized. The players are employees who do what they're told by their manager. Walking Ted Williams was a corporate strategy...
I was one of those kids who wasn't particularly enamored of organized sports, after that. I couldn't put it into words back then, but Noam Chomsky did, several years later. He said that organized sports was a method of indoctrinating young people into blind obedience to authority.
Ted Williams was a role model, though. He was one of this young boy's heros. But baseball, and the Red Sox, never meant as much to me again after I went to Fenway Park and they never even let him swing at the ball.
I'm glad that Babe Ruth's curse is finally lifted. Truly I am. I'm happy that the World Champs are our home team. And I'm glad that they broke so many records clinching the championship this time. It's an awesome achievement!
Somehow, though, I feel as though I've been transported into some bizarre alternate universe where a dictator sits in the White House, the economy is run by loan sharks and thieves, and...
and nobody's really surprised that the Red Sox won the World Series.
4 comments:
Don't spread that around too much, though. You know, my landlord flies a huge Red Sox flag on the front lawn and I rent month-to-month. He'd probably chuck us out of here if he found out he was renting to a Y-word fan.
You probably don't have to worry, unless he decides to put one of those up-ended bathtub shrines in the front yard.
I'm with you on the surreality of it. I keep trying to tell my kids,"But don't count on it! They don't always win!"
I'm not sure we Red Sox fans are cut out for winners, though; yesterday, the comment I heard more than any was people being glad they could go to bed early last night!
Of course, the other part of this Series being swept is the rhetorical question, "Who the hell are the rockies???"
One passenger commented that it was an anticlimax, since winning the pennant is the thing that does it for us... it means we beat the Yankees! And that is, after all, the only thing that really matters.
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