Some time after the third game, I heard an interview on the radio with a guy from Boston. His team was down 0-3, but he was still upbeat — “It’s all right,” he said. “All we’ve got to do is come back and win the next four.” He didn’t seem the least bit worried. _They’re doomed and he doesn’t know it_, I thought to myself. _There’s got to be a word for that_.
I was wrong. And there _is_ a word: it’s “hope.”
I’m not a sports guy. The end of Game 7 is the only baseball I’ve watched in years. But the Red Sox and a dude on the radio taught me a lesson about hope tonight. Thanks, guys. I’m rooting for you.
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3 comments
October 21, 2004 at 10:00 am
sarah
You can’t imagine how fun it is to be a new Bostonite when the Red Sox win!
October 21, 2004 at 1:17 pm
jonathan
I’m just impressed you watched it.
October 21, 2004 at 3:15 pm
Nichole
Bill Simmons wrote a great piece posted on ESPN.com on the entire Sox fanaticism; one excerpt reads, “Everything has changed. Nothing has changed. I don’t want to go through this again. I can’t live without it. I’m not sure I can handle it. I couldn’t imagine any other way.
And if none of this makes sense … well, you obviously aren’t a Red Sox fan.”
You can’t get that kind of tension, suspense, passion, heartache, sturm und drang anywhere else. It puts TV, movies, and most books to shame.