So far, 2009 has been a blur of Excedrin, Red Bull, bagels and a few glimmering bits of awesome as my memory slowly returns. But even in this subpar state, it seemed appropriate that the first video posting of the new year should be the final out of Jon Lester’s 2008 no hitter, to remind us that nothing’s impossible and that sometimes–sometimes–nice guys finish first.
I still can’t make it past the Terry Francona hug without getting all misty-eyed. Neither should you.
