I'll say this much for the 2004 edition of the Olde Towne Team: They don't do things half-assed. When they lose, they lose in stellar, sock-to-the-gut fashion, with stupendous base running gaffs, boatloads of stranded runners, balls lost in the sun, and Kevin Millar invariably doing something ugly, prompting you to shake your fist at the sky and declare, "That Kevin Millar! He is good for nothing! Nothing, I say!"
But when they win, it is thunderous. Baseballs screaming into the void far above the Monster. Men flying without wires. Luke Skywalker blowing up the Death Star.--Surviving Grady
And then there was this moment:
Steve and I are knee-deep in apartment-related detritus in my room at my parents' house. I'm frantically trying to sort through a literal mountain of my own random possessions; he's being a dear and taking bags full of trash and paper to be recycled and boxes full of books back and forth for me, furthering his campaign for canonization.
My boyfriend is a saint. Really.
He is also putting up with my listening to the Sox game while doing aforementioned drudge work. "It's not going to make you any happier," he warns. But I insist.
So it is around 8:30, maybe more towards 9, Thursday June 22, 2004, when we hear "Swing and a long fly ball deep to left field..." from Joe Castiglione with Nomar at the plate. Then, in the middle of the ball's flight, Castiglione seems to catch on suddenly to what is about to happen. He only manages to squeeze in one "Way back!!!" in a tone of excitement that gives me goose bumps before he hollers at the top of his voice, "That ball is GONE!!"
Then, choked with emotion, he yells over and over, "A GRAND SLAM FOR NOMAR GAR!!--CIAPARRA!!"
Trot Nixon bats next, but the crowd will not sit until Nomar gives them a curtain call. Prodded by his teammates, he does. Poor Trot is left in the dust, fans-wise, then robbed of a homer of his own when the right fielder reaches back into the right field bullpen for the ball. Without the benefit of a televised image, I wonder if said right fielder pops his gum Trot-style as he throws the ball back toward the infield.
In any event, with Manny, Ortiz and most importantly Nomar going yahhd last night, the Sox come out on top behind the Hoss 9-2.
And I am very happy, thank you.