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Boggs26 said:A couple of my pictures from that night
I remember when Fox showed these two faces on the screen together, I thought that Buchholz looked like a child molester and Scherzer looked like the innocent little boy he might target.
Ugh, I just wrote a long post on my phone and the phone froze.
Anyway...I'll try it on my computer:
Game One I was in Friendswood, TX at a friends house. We were going on a cruise the next day and flew in a few days earlier to hang with this married couple that we are friends with. The night of Game One, my wife was hired by them to help shoot a wedding and they left me at their apartment alone. They don't have cable or anything so I had to find a stream for it and was able to follow as Sanchez decimated them.
The next day, we drove to Galveston and got on the ship just in time to watch the Patriots/Saints game. At some point we were called to do the pre-cruise meeting in the dining room and I was able to continue to follow the Pats comeback and luckily got back to my room in time for the TB to KT pass. Elated, I got to watch them seamlessly segue into the Sox game (It was the same channel, immediately after...as far I as I recall).
We got about an inning in before the ship departed and soon it was our dinner time. We were now too far from port to have internet service and at this point, I wasn't willing to shell out like $200 for the internet package so I went to dinner blind. When I got back, Clay had given up the 5 or so runs and it looked like another loss. I came back in the 7th, I think, and was able to watch through to the ending.
Great way to start the cruise!
Anyway...I'll try it on my computer:
Game One I was in Friendswood, TX at a friends house. We were going on a cruise the next day and flew in a few days earlier to hang with this married couple that we are friends with. The night of Game One, my wife was hired by them to help shoot a wedding and they left me at their apartment alone. They don't have cable or anything so I had to find a stream for it and was able to follow as Sanchez decimated them.
The next day, we drove to Galveston and got on the ship just in time to watch the Patriots/Saints game. At some point we were called to do the pre-cruise meeting in the dining room and I was able to continue to follow the Pats comeback and luckily got back to my room in time for the TB to KT pass. Elated, I got to watch them seamlessly segue into the Sox game (It was the same channel, immediately after...as far I as I recall).
We got about an inning in before the ship departed and soon it was our dinner time. We were now too far from port to have internet service and at this point, I wasn't willing to shell out like $200 for the internet package so I went to dinner blind. When I got back, Clay had given up the 5 or so runs and it looked like another loss. I came back in the 7th, I think, and was able to watch through to the ending.
Great way to start the cruise!
Funny, as elated as I was, I had a certain sense of inevitability. You just knew something had to happen. It was like being a little kid and fantasizing that you had magical powers to think about something and have it materialize right in front of your eyes.
That's what 2004 will do to you.
That's what 2004 will do to you.
That Dave O'Brien call is the ringtone on my cellphone. My Cubs-loving co-workers just don't understand. Poor souls.
LeoCarrillo said:
You're not alone brother. I had a long day of drinking and watching football, which culminated in Kenbrell Thompkins' game winning TD. Watched the Sox game at home and ended up falling asleep on the couch sometime in the 7th inning. Woke up around 2 am, immediately checked my phone and couldn't believe what I was reading.
It's not anywhere near consideration for the top 5 regrets of my life. I'm not sure if that means I have perspective or just that I've lived a life full of regret. I was just happy they won. The notion of being down 0-2 to play three straight in Detroit wasn't a very encouraging thought.
I got a clean recording onto my phone from the Youtube file, then used RingDroid (android phone) to cut the recorded audio to a specific length. If you want to PM me an email address I can send you the cleaned/edited audio file.
Fun thread. That was quite the day (or few days, or weeks) for me. I remember being in San Francisco a few days earlier, elated that I pulled a couple of tickets to the Patriots game that my dad was actually willing to go to with me that Sunday. I flew into New York for a few days of work at a job I fucking hated (more on that in a few). I remember flying up to Boston and going on this all night into all day bender with this girl I knew from San Francisco (through a co-worker's friend's roommate, or something) that was now a nurse at MGH, and because she lived on Charles Street at the time, more than enough of a reason not to catch the last commuter rail back to the burbs. The next day, after another ten or whatever hours of bar crawling Boston, I found myself far less than sober sitting through Game 1 with my dad, and shit on how awful it was, and how we were going to be no hit (we weren't, but fuck it), and how everything was terrible, etc. It was also my first time back at Fenway Park in five (?) years. Nice welcome. The next day, my dad and I went to the Blade; after Brady hit Thompkins, I actually (gulp) hugged my dad at a sporting event for the first time in who hell knows how long. For sure, I thought that game was lost. But what a goddamn moment. That night, I had the game on mute while I wound up having the first real mother-son conversation I'd had since probably high school, where I confessed that I was almost certainly quitting my hopelessly depressing big company job (which I did a few months later). I turned to the tv to my left, saw Papi coming up to the plate, saw the score, saw the bases loaded, and said, "yep, it's going to be tied in a minute" -- and it was. The next few weeks were a blur. I can't believe it's been a year.
Due to my uncle having season tickets and no kids of his own, I managed to be at this game along with every home playoff game last year. The Sox move my uncle from the third base loge boxes to the bleachers for the playoffs, but he did not want to sit there for every game. He ended up buying two seats in loge 125, which is on the first base line just to the right of the home plate screen (facing the field). Just perfect seats for one of the best experiences of my life. I bought his bleacher tickets and gave them to my mom and step dad for her birthday.
We all park at the Best Buy on Brookline Ave just as things looked bleak for the Patriots, but we had some time to kill so we watched at a pizza place towards Fenway (I forget the name) and celebrated Brady to Thompkins with about 50 strangers there. I will never forget the scene after that game. All the bars emptied out with people heading to Fenway, excited and high fiving everyone in site. You could just feel the electricity in the air.
The scene at Fenway slowly deterioted as we headed to the bottom of the 8th, facing a 2-0 series defecit. I couldn't bare to sit there during Sweeet Caroline so I made my way to the concourses (I usually do that regardless, and I was too pissed off to see happy Sox "fans" belt out those lyrics). I remember feeling so depressed I couldnt even lift my head up walking away from the music.
When Ortiz first connected I thought it was too low to carry out of there. My eyes then focused on Hunter racing to the gap and my thoughts went from "oh shit he is gonna catch this" to "well maybe it will fall in the gap." When he flipped over I waited a split second just to make sure he didnt somehow make the play, that's when I heard the roar of the crowd that was unlike anything I have ever heard. I flipped out, jumped on everyone around me, accidentally elbowed my uncle in the face. The whole place went berserk. People just lost it. Hunter's injury only helped this since it significantly lengthened the time before the next pitch, where crowds usually settle down. I think about that at bat at least every other day since it happened.
We all park at the Best Buy on Brookline Ave just as things looked bleak for the Patriots, but we had some time to kill so we watched at a pizza place towards Fenway (I forget the name) and celebrated Brady to Thompkins with about 50 strangers there. I will never forget the scene after that game. All the bars emptied out with people heading to Fenway, excited and high fiving everyone in site. You could just feel the electricity in the air.
The scene at Fenway slowly deterioted as we headed to the bottom of the 8th, facing a 2-0 series defecit. I couldn't bare to sit there during Sweeet Caroline so I made my way to the concourses (I usually do that regardless, and I was too pissed off to see happy Sox "fans" belt out those lyrics). I remember feeling so depressed I couldnt even lift my head up walking away from the music.
When Ortiz first connected I thought it was too low to carry out of there. My eyes then focused on Hunter racing to the gap and my thoughts went from "oh shit he is gonna catch this" to "well maybe it will fall in the gap." When he flipped over I waited a split second just to make sure he didnt somehow make the play, that's when I heard the roar of the crowd that was unlike anything I have ever heard. I flipped out, jumped on everyone around me, accidentally elbowed my uncle in the face. The whole place went berserk. People just lost it. Hunter's injury only helped this since it significantly lengthened the time before the next pitch, where crowds usually settle down. I think about that at bat at least every other day since it happened.
Scherzer got the Sox out 1-2-3 in the 7th, and I was depressed. I casually asked my wife if she was cold, and she surprised the hell out of me by saying she was fine. I informed her that if we stayed through the 8th, we'd have to stay for the ninth as well, and she said, "great." This is someone who was previously incapable of going 9, so I counted my blessings and settled in. Doubront got us through the top of the 8th, and I remember telling her that all I wanted in the 8th was to see Ortiz come to bat. A chance.
When Pedroia got that hit, I assumed a lefty was coming in. Benoit? Well, he got the save the night before but even then I thought he was vulnerable.
When a batter hits a fly ball I'm trained to immediately look at the outfielder, but I couldn't take my eyes off that ball. Was it high enough? How many plays have we seen at the bullpen wall? When it sailed by Torii, all was elation. My wife asked if it counted if the fielder got hurt, and then i took in the scene in the dugout. I didn't know until i read a post a few up that Hunter was affected the rest of the series.
So, basically, since then what my wife wants, my wife gets.
When Pedroia got that hit, I assumed a lefty was coming in. Benoit? Well, he got the save the night before but even then I thought he was vulnerable.
When a batter hits a fly ball I'm trained to immediately look at the outfielder, but I couldn't take my eyes off that ball. Was it high enough? How many plays have we seen at the bullpen wall? When it sailed by Torii, all was elation. My wife asked if it counted if the fielder got hurt, and then i took in the scene in the dugout. I didn't know until i read a post a few up that Hunter was affected the rest of the series.
So, basically, since then what my wife wants, my wife gets.
My memories of last seasons post season run are all around listening to the games on the mlb app while on BART going home and then picking up the TV feed where I left off when I hit the transbay tube and berkeley hills tunnels on the way home. Followed by leaving post it note recaps for my six year old of what happened. "PAPI grandslam to tie then win" was her favorite.
Precocious six year old. Or, are kids getting into it earlier every year? Reading, too.ookami7m said:
She's been into the sox since she was two because it was daddy time. And she's a good reader. She is also smart enough to know that asking to stay up for one more Papi at bat is almost always a yesAl Zarilla said:
My wife was about 8 1/2 months pregnant with our first during this time, and I so desperately wanted the Sox to continue to advance on the off chance that my new baby boy could 'see' the Sox win it all. I'll be forever grateful for 2004, but I really wanted this. Without that hit I think the Sox are toast, and the day after my boy was born the Sox don't win Game 6 vs StL. It was a magical time that I'll never forget.
For what, having intercourse with your wife the previous January?tims4wins said:
She's the hero.
It was probably more like Valentine's Day (our daughter was born a couple weeks early), but yeah. My wife is definitely the hero.
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