going all out

There really isn't that much more than can be said about the Events of Last Night that hasn't already been rehashed in today's newspapers, blogs, newscasts and water cooler conversations. Nevertheless, I shall submit my 2 cents.

I had my doubts. I think we all did after losing Games 1-3. For Games 4-7, I would say most of the doubt stemmed from the knowledge that, historically-speaking, the Yankees have almost always found a way to f*%$ us in the end, regardless of how phenomenal the Sox' lead might be. How was I to know that this time would be different? So, Sox (especially Manny!), please accept my apologies and newfound confidence in your wondrous athletic abilities. Your quest for the World Series championship WILL NOT BE IN VAIN.

So after the most winning win of all wins (for those interested, I was NOT able to complete my goal of downing 1 shot per run - t'would have been suicide!), the less allegiant of the motley crew that had gathered at our apartment slowly dispersed, while the rest of us prepared for the long night ahead. I was charged with finding a long stick on which to carry a vandalized photo of Jeter that had been posted in the apartment gym prior to game time. As it turned out, the photo had been taken down by the time we arrived, so we attached less-than-ideal, half-deflated balloons instead. It was the best we could do given the resources. A group of about 8 of us then marched/chanted our way down to Paddy Red's to meet up with various other Sox fans and drink Sam Adams. Highlights of the night:

• banging so hard on the bar that the bartender had to stabilize the tip jars to prevent them from crashing
• watching a fan stand on a barstool and dance/striptease while getting a $20 stuffed down his pants by another guy
  
• singing cliché Queen songs
  
• getting picked up and slung over the shoulder of a man whose face I cannot remember... and then spinning in mid-air
• meeting a fellow fan who looked eerily like Jason Varitek
  

This morning I felt like hell and nearly fell over in the shower, but not once have I regretted my inebriated celebration. Instead, I see it as pregaming for this weekend, when I will pay homage to the greatest Sox team of the century - in person! See everyone in 2 days!!!