Last night was the most amazing night of baseball I’ve ever seen – regular season or playoffs. I suppose I should therefore be upset this morning. Livid, even. The Red Sox, afterall, completed one of the most historic and spectacular flame-outs in all of baseball’s long history. But I’m not the least bit pissed off. Maybe it’s because my priorities have shifted this year or maybe it’s because I’m not a “true” enough Sox fan – I am satisfied with their 2 World Series wins since 2004.
Yes, a collapse like this is unbelievably embarrassing, and borders on unforgivable. Lord knows that if this were the Habs…oh hell, even he doesn’t know what I’d be doing this morning.
Perhaps the pain was eased slightly by knowing that so many people who love the Sox also love the Bruins and Patriots – two teams that make my skin crawl. After winning the Cup and being pretty much the best football team ever, it serves those uppity jerks right that the team that overshadows EVERYTHING in Boston suffers this kind of meltdown. Because the Yankees couldn’t hold a 7-run lead late in game 162. Does it get any better than that? If the collapse takes the shine away – even just a bit – from the Bruins winning the Cup, then good! If there are sports fans in Boston missing the Cup Banner raising ceremony because they’re tapping out their latest “fire Francona, trade everybody” rants then yay for collapses! But I don’t know I’m really that vindictive…afterall, if I never saw any images of the Bruins with the cup, then it never happened, right?
Maybe in another case of misery loving company, I find comfort in the fact that the Atlanta Braves also had their worst nightmare come true – blowing an 8.5 game lead in the Wild Card chase in the final month of the season. As an Expos fan, I’m glad to see the team that always stood in the way of the playoffs get slapped down like this. Too bad all anyone is going to talk about is how the Red Sox blew it. Too bad there were empty seats at Turner Field; it would have been nice to send a sellout crowd home in tears indifference.
Maybe I’m not upset because this summer I just learned to embrace baseball again. Really embrace it. Team allegiances fell by the wayside, as did many grudges (but I still haven’t forgiven the Jays). The biggest grudge being with MLB itself for knifing the Expos to death. I’m still bitter, but they can have my money again. I don’t hate the Yankees anymore now that George Steinbrenner is gone. It probably didn’t help that the Twins were out of the playoff race before the end of April, so I could have simply turned the switch to “passive”. A lot has changed for me in relation to baseball, but I did watch a decent amount of ball this year, and I listened to even more over the “radio”. Usually with an adult beverage in hand. It was terrific. After the Expos left at the end of 2004, I felt like I had to pay attention. This year I payed attention because it felt good to. That doesn’t mean that I still don’t miss the Expos – quite the opposite – I miss them more than ever. But it was nice to be, for lack of a better term, a free agent this summer and just watch baseball for what it is.
Last night capped off what I would describe as a rather unremarkable season as far as baseball goes, but it had as much drama in one night than the previous six months combined. There’s no doubt that many Red Sox fans cried themselves drank themselves to sleep last night, but let’s face it: If you blow a NINE game lead in 30 days, you don’t deserve to be in the post season. Now we move on to one of the best times of the year if you’re a sports fan – October baseball, the start of the hockey season, and the NFL season is well under way. Sorry NBA, nobody cares about you.

