October 16, 2003, 10-years ago today: one of the saddest days of my life. I remember it more vividly than any other trivially upsetting thing in my life. The Boston Red Sox blew game 7 of the American League Championship Series to the New York Yankees.
Red Sox manager, Grady Little, let Pedro Martinez stay in the game despite going over 100 pitches and letting the first two batters reach base in the 8th inning of a then 5-2 game. The Yankees tied the game and Aaron Boone hit a walk-off home run in the 11th inning of the game. In retrospect, of course that would happen, it was the Yankees.
I can still remember the walk from After Hours, the late night restaurant at Northeastern where I watched the game with a couple of friends, to my dorm, Stetson East across campus. The walk was in silence as we couldn’t believe what had happened.
Luckily, as it turns out, that was just setting Boston up for their glorious, 2004 run to a World Series victory 86-years in the making:
Let’s go Red Sox, win another one in 2013!
It’s been said a person would need to be a narcissist to be a stand-up comic. It’s probably true, I’m certainly not a counter example to this. I have an