Wow

So here’s the thing about watching baseball at my place: bottom of the 9th, 2 outs, 10-3 Red Sox and believe me: we’re still just seconds away from a major ulcer.

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But they did it]1. And all I can say is, I am so, so glad I could see this.

Of course, the curse isn’t lifted yet, not by a longshot. But this is sweet.

Random thoughts:

Kenny Albert, would you please stop asking incredibly stupid questions? And if you have to interview a heartbroken Joe Torre, keep it short so he can go slink off and cry. Don’t keep him there longer than necessary.

How did “Who’s Your Daddy” become the official chant?

A-Rod looked like a petulant child. The words “But it’s Just Not Fair!” were written plainly all over his face.

Why didn’t Boston open up Fenway Park so fans could watch the game live there? It would have been so cool to cut to the celebrations in the field after the fact.

And once again, teams are entirely made up of ex-Expos and ex-Blue Jays of my childhood. Mike Timlin? John Olerud? Hell, Terry Francona? My god, we really are partying like it’s 1986. Or 1992. Or whatever.

That VISA commercial starring Steinbrenner and Torre gets more unintentionally funny every time I watch it.

And miracles do happen. Whether another one does, I don’t know, but it’s great to savor this one.