Dudes. I'm from the future. Trust me. Tomorrow night will be the best f$%king night of your lives.
Six years ago tonight — yes, it was Saturday, October 16, 2004 — the Sox dropped game three of the ALCS. And they didn’t just drop it. They took it to the top of the Hancock building, set it on fire and let it sail straight down into a manhole, through the Earth’s crust, directly into the center of Hell.
If I only knew what was coming in the next several days. I might not have written this.
But looking back, I still wouldn’t change a thing. If someone had come to me after Game 7 of the 2003 ALCS and asked, “Red, how can I make this up to you?” The only appropriate response would be to see the Yanks go three games up on us in next year’s ALCS, then drop the next four. Oh, and to let us dance on their turf when it’s all over.
And, sunuvabitch… it actually happened.
