Two very interesting perspectives on the 2005 season nearing an end.
What happened for Red Sox fans last October was probably the greatest playoff run any of us will ever be a part of, and it's not just about winning the World Series. There was The Steal, Papi's many game winning heroics, Tim Wakefield's selfless move to the bullpen, Derek Lowe's performance in all three clinching games, the A-Rod glove slap, the bloody sock, and of course, the amazing comeback in the ALCS. From start to finish, the entire ride was magical, and the odds of us ever seeing anything as exciting and enjoyable as that again are slim.
Frankly, I'm not ready for those memories to fade. I'm not ready for those playoff memories to be replaced by new ones. The further forward you drive, the further away those images in the rearview mirror become. For now, I'd prefer to stay parked and just enjoy the scenery a bit more.
Dudes, I'm just getting into it again. Just starting to bask in the burning stomach and aching gut that defined last autumn. A World Series that doesn't take place at Fenway Park? I'm not so sure I even want to even think about it. And if you're nervous, consider the FOX execs who at this very moment are rolling about in their beds, contemplating an Anaheim-Chicago ALCS. Suddenly, I'm imagining affiliate stations across the country planning mid-week marathons of Mama's Family.
And it's not just looking down the barrel of the end of the season that has me all fussed up. It's the fact that once it's all over, we'll probably never see Damon or Manny or Millar or Olerud in a Sox uni again. I'm not so blind as to not realize this is a flawed team, likely ill-equipped to keep the mighty trophy ensconced at Yawkey Way for one more year. But these guys are like my family [in fact, it's likely I know more about Bill Mueller than my own siblings -- not that any of them would ever return my calls]. And I'm not so sure I'm ready to say goodbye.