Winning the World Series

Have I mentioned that I love baseball?

Oh, and by the way the Red Sox are the 2013 World Champions. Isn’t the world a glorious place?

Let’s go back to the day of game 6.  I was a hot mess. From the moment my eyes opened that morning, I knew that it was going to be a long day.  The World Series was on the line.  We were one win away from the rings, the parade, the DVD…it was all so close but not yet within arms’ reach.  We were one win away from winning in Boston for the first time in almost 100 years.  Would the Red Sox be able to pull it off tonight? Or would the Cardinals force a game 7 where anything could happen?  This city did not deserve the heartbreak of losing a game 7 and I couldn’t handle the stress of having a game 7 at all.

That night, after several attempts, my friends and I finally found a place that wasn’t overrun by anxious fans and had enough TVs so that everyone could watch the game.  We all settled into our table at Sunset Cantina and prepared ourselves for a long night of baseball and a roller coaster of emotions.

As it turns out, the roller coaster only went up.  There were no dips or turns, we just kept soaring higher and higher until the victory was ours to celebrate.

For most people, anyway.  For me, my excitement and joy stopped at end of of the seventh inning to make room for complete and utter panic.  As the game got closer to a close and people started counting outs left in the game, my stomach was twisting into an unsolvable knot and my hands went numb.  I didn’t care that we had 6 runs, to me that just meant it would be that much more devastating to lose the game.  I just kept thinking about how ugly the game could get and how heartbreaking and disappointing it would be to lose at that point.  As the game continued, I grew more silent.  I just sat in my booth with my arms wrapped around my legs and watched.  When the eighth inning ended, and the Red Sox were just three Koji Uehara outs away from winning it all, I just put my head down and waited.  So much was at stake.  Since I had moved to Boston, I had been waiting for the Red Sox to do something great in the postseason.  My first three years at BU had passed without the Sox playing a single game of October baseball.  Now, they were just three outs away from a celebration much needed in Boston.  At this point, I was numb all the way to my elbows.  It looked something like this:
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The ninth inning began and we all watched to see if Koji would be everything he had been, a shutout closer. He was. I cried. It was magical.
WS afterWe had become the 2013 World Series Champion Boston Red Sox.  And we did it in BOSTON.  It was absolutely amazing.  We walked down Commonwealth Ave, joined the crowds in singing “Sweet Caroline” and “Tessie,” and high-fived strangers passing by.  There was no better place to be that night. (That’s obviously a lie, the Red Sox clubhouse was clearly the best place to be, but just work with me, okay?)

The following Saturday my friends and I headed to Boylston at the crack of dawn to secure front row spots at the Rolling Rally.  The bearded duck boats rolled down the street and you could feel the excitement in the air.  Jacoby Ellsbury hoisted the trophy up for all to see, Koji Uehara and Junichi Tazawa threw bracelets out to the crowd, Jonny Gomes stuck out his beard and everyone loved it.  But, the best part was when the parade paused at the marathon finish line and none other David Ortiz walked no more than three feet from where we were standing.  He got down from his duck boat to say a few words on the float where the Dropkick Murphys were playing.  After he made his speech, he sauntered by us one more time and I was in the presence of greatness.  It was the closest to royalty I’ve ever come.

The parade eventually came to an end and marked the close of the 2013 season, leaving us to bask in it’s glory and wait to see what 2014 will bring.

stay gold & Boston Strong,
Briana

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Unofficial Red Sox Playlist

THE RED SOX ARE THE 2013 WORLD SERIES CHAMPIONS.
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I can’t say that enough.  Our motley crew of bearded warriors battled their way from worst to first in a season that won’t be forgotten by the people of Boston or throughout all of Red Sox Nation.  Here is the perfect playlist to keep that emotional high and to tell the story of the 2013 World Series Champions, the Boston Red Sox.

  1. Started From The Bottom – Drake
    The theme song for the Sox this season.  The lyrics are literally “started from the bottom, now my whole team here.”  Grammar aside, lyrics couldn’t be any more perfect for this team.
  2. For Boston – Dropkick Murphys
    The Red Sox have said time and time again that this World Series was for us, for Boston.
  3. Three Little Birds – Bob Marley
    Don’t worry about a thing, ’cause every little thing gonna be all right.  When Shane Victorino comes up to bat all of Fenway Park joins in singing those words, and when Victorino hit that grand slam in the ALCS the song reached a whole new level in the hearts of Sox fans.
  4. X Gon’ Give It To Ya – DMX
    Boston’s favorite X-Man, rookie Xander Bogaerts gave it all throughout the postseason.  The youngest playoff starter in Red Sox history has left quite a mark in Boston and fans can’t wait to see the kind of career he is going to have.
  5. Sweet Caroline – Neil Diamond
    A Fenway Park classic.  You haven’t lived until you’ve yelled “SO GOOD! SO GOOD!” in the middle of the 8th inning with 37,399 other fans in America’s most beloved ballpark.
  6. Dirty Water – The Standells
    Another classic Bostonian anthem.  There are few things better in life than hearing this song played in Fenway Park after a Red Sox win.
  7. Shipping Up To Boston – Dropkick Murphys
    If this song doesn’t get you pumped then all hope is lost.
  8. Tessie – Dropkick Murphys
    The Dropkick Murphys send the perfect message from the fans to the team: “Don’t blame us if we ever doubt you, you know we couldn’t live without you. Red Sox, you are the only only only.”
  9. What Do The Sox Say – Fly Morning Rush
    This is nothing short of amazing.  Ylvis pondered what does the fox say, but this finally answers what the Sox say.
  10. This Beard Came Here To Party – Tim Montana and The Shrednecks ft. Billy F. Gibbons
    Country artist Tim Montana turned his own catch phrase and inside joke “this beard came here to party” into a song which became another anthem for the 2013 Red Sox.  While not originally written for the Sox, the song is perfect for this season.

5 Reasons Why Postseason Baseball Is The Greatest Thing That Will Ruin Your Life

If you don’t like baseball I feel sorry for you.  Baseball is a game of patience and nothing is more rewarding than advancing in the postseason after 162 games of hard play.  Nothing gets my heart racing and excitement up like baseball, especially October baseball.  But there is nothing more painstakingly heartbreaking than watching my team waste opportunities, blow a lead, lose a game or at the very worst, lose the series.

In short, baseball is the greatest thing on Earth that will rip your heart out and leave lying on the cold hard ground. Here’s why:

1. Every Play Matters
Every. Single. Play. Sure, every play matters in regular season too, but there’s also so many more opportunities to make up an error or blow a lead.  If a player makes a game losing error, he has 161 games to balance it out.  If a team is at the top of it’s division in June, there’s still three months to fall behind.  Not in October.  There are just five or seven games, tops.  One missed double play, one man left on base, one misplaced pitch, one perfectly placed line drive, one sac fly, or one home run can make or break the series.

2. Anything Can Happen
The air is electric; the players, the stands and everyone at home can feel it.  Regular season W’s and stats don’t mean anything here. The slate is wiped clean, tensions are high and the stakes are even higher.  You never know what’s going to happen; players steal home, pitchers throw no-hitters, perfect games and bats.  The uncertainty of it all is enough to drive you mad and keep you glued the game.  It’s fantastically beautiful torture.

3. Icons Are Made
Curt Schilling’s bloody sock.
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Babe Ruth’s called shot.
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Willie Mays’ catch.
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Carlton Fisk waving the ball fair.
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These are just some of the most iconic moments and images in baseball.  All in October.  None forgotten.

4. It’s Not Over ‘Til It’s Over
A team can be one out away from elimination or clinching the series and everything can change with one pitch.  As long as there’s a pitcher on the mound and batter in the box, it ain’t over.  No matter how grim a circumstance appears, there’s always hope in baseball.  As Earl Weaver said: “You can’t sit on a lead and run a few plays into the line and just kill the clock. You’ve got to throw the ball over the damn plate and give the other man his chance. That’s why baseball is the greatest game of them all.”
See: 2004 ALCS

5. The Celebrations
To anyone who thinks baseball is boring, how can you not love…
The unadulterated euphoria
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The unrivaled triumphs
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The celebratory champagne
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And this.
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