Bay State Blizzard ’05

It seems as though I, spend more time writing about how little I am writing on ye old fritzwinkle. So, in a kind of New Year’s resolutions, I am henceforth dismissing all urges to do so.

Well as my fellow New Englanders know, we are buried under a two plus foot blanket of powder that has brought things to a virtual stand still. Despite the snow having ceased Sunday afternoon, school has been closed for the past two days as everyone continues to dig out from under the storm’s showing. The overall density of the area and the narrowness of the streets makes for an interesting dilemma. While it is a massive amount of snow, the real trouble is, out East, there is no place to put it all. In Boston, they have what is called snow farms, where they truck winter’s waste to get it out of the way. The best part is we are supposed to get another four to five inches tomorrow.

Photo: Where Do You Put All the Snow?

With most of the Bay state at a virtual stand still, at least we have the Patriots. With another playoff punishing Brady and the boys continued their post-season dominance. It is such a profound difference to live in an area on the verge of garnering multiple championships. Growing up in Chicagoland where the eternal mantra is, “Wait ‘til next year,” I have only ever seen one major triumph in baseball and football. If it weren’t for Da Bears of ’85 the combined lack of winning is enough to completely cripple any fan’s hope. Yes we had the Bulls run with MJ, but Chicago is a Bears town first and foremost, with the Cubs a close second. After that every other team is just standing in line, hoping to sell tickets. Yet, here I am in the Hub and, after the Red Sox triumph, winning is becoming almost expected. It is a stunning turnaround and one that a sports fan, like me, can only relish.

Photo: A Drive-way Cleared?

Red Sox Nation Rejoices – Yankees Still Suck

Well the Red Sox did it. What a difference a week makes. Last week, the question was whether the Fenway side would complete the historic defeat of their hated rivals from the Bronx. No team had ever come back from a 3-0 deficit. Yet, Boston completed the most unlikely of victories. Three Mariano Rivera outs from elimination and the boys from Yawkey Way began a surge that would not stop until they crushed the Cardinals in four straight.

Beating the Bombers was so monumental that winning the World Series was almost an afterthought, if you can believe that. So hated are the Yankees here, that ending an 86 year drought from the baseball’s ultimate crown was not celebrated with near as much vigor as winning the ALCS. Things got so out of hand last week that a young woman was accidentally killed by the police trying to control things. Last night the crowds were swarming but things just didn’t have the same release of tension. Both celebrations marked triumphs away from the home park, but that didn’t stop the hoards from gathering at the shrine. The last series was sweet deliverance, while this series seemed more like sweet relief. Finally, the ghosts were sent packing and all the players past were given a glimpse of the greatness that always resided just out of their reach.

The Red Sox won the World Series and a nation celebrated last night, but all the rejoicing this lacked the drama. Outside of game one the Cardinals never even threatened. For all the runs that the Redbirds tallied, the middle of their line-up went missing, for the most part. Sure Pujols hit, there was just no one on base. Who could believe that Jim Edmonds and Scott Rolen would go a combined 1-28. The only time it was close was when the Red Sox weren’t ripping of runs. If it weren’t for all the superstitions of sports fans, New Englanders should have realized that it was over when the series headed for St. Louis. I actually thought that the Sox had so much momentum that they’d cinch it in five. That proved to be a bit generous.

Perhaps the almost anti-climactic result can be attributed to shock and disbelief. It is almost as if no one quite believes it, yet. Although, I did hear a lot of comments like, “I am just happy we beat the Yankees,” and “Nothing is better than beating the Yankees.” To which my response was generally, “I’m from Chicago, I’ll take winning the Series.”

However, all the large contingent Yankee Haters in Red Sox Nation can rest assured that when the their beloved team hoists the championship flag and receive their rings next year the team on the other side of the chalk will be none other than the Yankees themselves. I think it is at that moment when the sweetness of the victory will finally be felt.

Now the two teams with the longest streak of stymied Series wins both reside in the Second City.