Glory, Glory, Glory
Aaron Boone hits a dinger in the bottom of the 11th inning. Yankees win. Red Sox lose. Cosmic justice is affirmed, and the sneering insolence of Red Sox fans up and down West 7th Street in St. Paul is rewarded in bitter defeat.
After the Minnesota Wild game at the Excel Energy center (a 5 - 2 loss to the Colorado Avalanche), Doubtless and I hit some of the neighborhood bars, only to face an overwhelming barrage of pro-Bosox sentiment. Not sure of the motivation, though I suspect a perverted, blinded preference for the underdog, no matter what the underlying conditions. And our overt support of the classy, professional representatives of America's greatest city only brought catcalls and passive-aggressive derision from the booze hounds and bar flies at The Liffy, McCormicks, and Tom Reid's.
Needless to say we had the last laugh. And I couldn't feel better about the likes of Derek Jeter, Jorge Posada, and Roger Clemens defeating the likes of Pedro Martinez, Manny Ramirez, and Todd Walker. On this night the Red Sox and their fans face nothing but an off-season of torment and self doubt. And that's exactly what they deserve. Let's hope they learn something from their misery this time, although their record of humble intropsection over the past 80 years of defeat hasn't exactly been encouraging. Wait 'til next year - and odds are the Sox will choke again and their fans will still be a-holes.
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