Foulke snaring the final out. Minty raising his hands in victory. Leskanic dropping to the ground and making “snow angels.” Dave Roberts on Timlin’s shoulders. Curt pouring beer over Johnny Pesky.
Tonight capped the single most incredible season of our lifetimes. We are dizzy, drunk, hoarse and crazed. And we won’t be sleeping tonight. So talk to us, Red Sox Nation.
If you read this blog but never left a comment, do so tonight. Let us know who you are, where you are, and what you were doing when the ghosts were vanquished and the Red Sox won the World Series.
The Red Sox won the World Series.
It sounds better every time I say it.
And to my Dad, who took me to my first game at Fenway when I was 8, officially baptizing me into Red Sox Nation, I say thank you, thank you, thank you. Now we know what it feels like.
