Red Sox Chick/Toeing the Rubber

Because you always need a backup plan

Nothing can hold me when I hold you

Photo taken by Jim Davis/Boston Globe and is NOT used with permission.

Photo taken by Jim Davis/Boston Globe and is NOT used with permission.

So what’s your story?  I’ve told mine before and I’m re-posting it here.  I wrote the entry below in 2005 for the first anniversary and re-posted it in 2006.  It’s time to bring it out again!

I actually wrote this up last year for the first anniversary and amended it a bit for this year. I still get choked up thinking about that night. And there are many aspects surrounding it that I’m thankful for, but none as big as being thankful that I was able to share the moment with my parents…diehards for a lot longer than I’ve been!

With all due respect to the current World Series, it’s time for me to reflect on the most amazing time in Red Sox Nation’s history. Two years ago today.

I watched the final game with my parents…and when it was over I drank an entire bottle of champagne and fielded phone calls and emails from just about every person I ever met. I watched all of the local coverage and ESPN until around 2am…and never went to sleep. I watched the Red Sox come home with the trophy on the early morning news, got dressed in my Sox gear and went to work to celebrate with the people in my office. We laughed and cried and did nothing all day but read about the World Series online and talk about the historic way the Sox got there.

That Saturday was the most amazing parade/rolling rally any sports town has ever seen…and I stayed home alone while my friends and relatives went into town…and cried for the entire length of the parade (luckily every channel in town covered it and I taped every moment of it). I thought about so many people I know who didn’t get to see this and I thought of my (then) 69 year old dad who waited his whole life for it.

It was the best October ever.

Red Sox fans are spoiled by that team. A quick exit from the playoffs in ’05 and missing the playoffs (and second place!) altogether in ’06 has snapped folks back to reality. Even so, watching this World Series (played by the team my Sox swept in 2004) makes me miss the excitement of 2004 – even with all the pain of the ALCS that year. .

I was worried that a new World Champion would take away how I’ve felt all year about the Red Sox winning in 2004 – but then I realized I was wrong. Nothing will ever diminish what the Red Sox did and how they made me feel. If anything, I love them more this morning than I did yesterday.

With the 20th anniversary of the ’86 series being thrown in my face, it’s amazing to have the feeling that no matter how many times that ball goes through Buckner’s legs, Dave Roberts is always going to be safe at second and Jason Varitek is always going to be jumping into Keith Foulke’s arms.

Can’t wait until we do it again!

Thanks for not making me wait too long, fellas!!

I love this video and usually save it for Opening Day…I think we could all use it right now!

By request:

My 2008 post.
My 2007 post.
Two posts in 2006.
My 2005 post.


October 27, 2009 - Posted by | 2009 |


  1. Thanks for posting that again, Cyn. I’ve spent the last few days trying to track down my 2004 DVDs but I can only find the MLB WS DVD. I hope they’re not in my old attic in the UK 😦

    Comment by HorshamScouse | October 27, 2009 | Reply

  2. Thanks for posting the video, Cyn. Chills all over again. Will 10/27/2004 ever get old?

    Comment by cynthia | October 27, 2009 | Reply

  3. I’ll never get tired of reliving it. I cry everytime. Thanks for taking me down that beautiful road once again. Cheers and here’s hoping we never, ever forget!

    Comment by Kfish | October 27, 2009 | Reply

  4. You know it’s funny…I was having a real difficult time in my life during the 04 season and it was hard to be excited about anything. I didn’t go to a lot of games, and I was distracted even during the postseason even though I was cautiously optimistic. To be honest, I became kind of a hermit for awhile watching and waiting at home by myself even when my family was home. I watched most of the games alone quietly rooting them on….and my anxiety over my life kept me home on the night of the last game, and on the day of the parade even tho
    my best friend kept urging me out. Just couldn’t do it…

    And then a funny thing happened…they won the World Series.
    And for some reason, I started to come back to life again. I know this sounds crazy but in fact it’s quite true. By spring, I actually was feeling so much better that Nancy and I took our first trip to spring training. I’ve never looked back from then on.

    So in a weird way not only did the break their own curse…they helped me break mine as well…I will always remember how dark things seemed, and how suddenly there was light at the end of my tunnel…..

    Just another reason I love my team…

    Comment by Dori | October 28, 2009 | Reply

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