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Thursday, October 28, 2004  What a team, what a season, and what an absolutely insane couple of weeks. Say this a couple of times outloud: "The World Series Champion Boston Red Sox". That brand new combination of seven words sounds mighty strange coming out of my mouth, looks odd just sitting here on my screen at 3 o'clock in the morning. The web-headlines don't look real at all. I see "Red Sox Win World Series" and at first I think I'm reading a new issue of The Onion. Clear out the Boston city morgue, 'cuz there's gonna be a mad-rush of Red Sox cap-wearing corpses wheeled in this week. Not just heart attackers, but all those aged fans who have been hanging on just for this magic moment. After the final out, they may have just sighed, settled into their recliners, and gave up the ghost. Free at last, years of frustration mercifully over. Resting in peace, finally. My birthday's coming up on Monday, and back when the Sox clinched the A.L. Wild Card I jokingly said to Amie "All I want for my birthday is a Red Sox World Series win and a brand new President." Apparently, that might not have been as crazy a request as I thought. Halfway there. I'm riding such a high... I've got a feeling I won't be sleeping at all tonight. There'll be plenty of time for that later. Red Sox. 2004. World Series. Champions. Go ahead, say it again. It'll never get old.  |
 neil halstead live in cambridge, ma on november 14th, 2008 previously: joy formidable - boston 2011 recent posts on the 'nac... on the nightstand boston-area music bloggers
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