15. Trot Nixon, extra-inning walk-off in Game 3 vs. Oakland 2003.
As a millennial Massachusetts native, 2003 was really the christening into the history and Red Sox (and baseball) fandom, and this was the high point.
I was 16, and while I always liked sports, baseball had been more of a background in the lazy summer than an obsession. As I hit my teens that started to change, particularly as the metrics used to discuss the game expanded. By the summer of '03, with a team that was good and the Yankees rivalry as hot as it's ever been in my life, I was hooked.
The capper of this is that I was lucky enough to be at this game. My dad got seats from his company last minute, so I rushed into the city after school to meet him for the game. I'd never seen a playoff game before, and even though we were a game away from elimination and no one expected us to make it to the ALCS, the electric atmosphere was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. The euphoria as the ball landed deep in the batter's eye in center was the logical escalation, and in the stadium it uniquely felt like
we , the fans, had won right alongside but team.
Given new life, anything could happen and this would be the year. Belief was back. Through plenty of ups and downs, we all know the end result. I still remember the shell shocked feeling at the abruptness of it all, and my mom coming into the room to say "I'm sorry son, I know the feeling. It's what they'll do to you."
With that, I was given a taste of the long history of what it means to be a Red Sox fan. I'll never be experience the long suffering of years of ineptitude, but after the end of the ALCS the idea that of the curse was alive and well. For that I am thankful, as the following year was ever more sweeter because of it. I, and so many of my generation, could honestly say we got it, and the revelry that erupted across the region included us all.