This evening, there was a lunar eclipse that began about an hour before the game, a rarity that would have produced a blood-red moon during the game if only the sky had been clear instead of cloudy. Perhaps the overcast was better. Lunar eclipses are so mundane, if you think about it. Why, another one is due in 2007 -- barely a blink in baseball time.
The victory that arrived on this evening for the Red Sox and their true believers was far too rare and precious, too long overdue and spectacular in its consummation, to be upstaged by something so commonplace as the earth, moon and stars.
Thursday, October 28, 2004
RED SOX WIN!!!!!
They finally did it! After so many years of watching and hoping, only to be disappointed again and again, the Red Sox won, and in a resounding fashion. After beating the hated Yankees in perhaps one of the best post-season series ever, the Sox swept the Cardinals and the city went wild. The question is what do we do now? We can no longer bemoan the 86 years of losing, the Curse, and the chants of 1918. That is all gone. But what now? Thomas Boswell puts the night in perspective.
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