All I talked about in my last blog was belief. How I believed in the Red Sox, and I wouldn’t give up until the game was over. I have to be honest with you, I did have a little doubt when we were down 7-0, but I knew we wouldn’t go down without a fight. And as we kept accumulating runs, I thought: look, regardless of what happens tonight, or for the rest of the series, we fought. We didn’t go down without a fight, we didn’t lose a pathetic game 5-0. We’re 7-1 in elimination games with Terry Francona. It’s the first time since 1929 that a team has come back from 7 runs (the Philadelphia A’s did it against the Cubs). I was so disappointed in some of the Fenway Faithful that ended up leaving the park. But you could tell that the real fans were there with the consistent faith that was evident throughout the night.
I restrained myself from making a skeptical comment on Carlos Pena’s latest blog entry. He says: It’s just a loss, just like losing 1-0, just like losing 4-3, its a loss; just like a homerun is a home run whether you hit it 250 feet, or 500. But no, there is a difference. There is a difference from losing a game through nine relative even innings, and losing a game that you were seven outs away from clinching. Everyone was so sure of it. But the Red Sox massacred the bullpen and got this win. This win helps us to carry momentum into the Trop because we came back from such a deficit. It’s so important. Regarding his home run point (since I refuse to drop points), you can definitely be known for the type of home runs you hit, even if it just means the same amount of runs. You can be known as the guy who hits home runs every so often, just home runs, or you can be known as the guy who hits long deep towering fly balls and breaking ball pitches. It really changes the game. I have to admit myself that I ended up falling asleep during the fifth and sixth innings, because they had tired me out, and a rough day too. But as soon as Pedroia hit that RBI, I knew.
I really do think that the after effects of this game matters a lot too. I am still feeling this pure bliss, or ecstasy, or some form of that. To see the looks on people’s faces this morning. Them trying to defend the loss, trying to say something other than, I don’t believe it, or that was just luck (coming from the red sox hater). People were telling me that they saw the highlights on ESPN of 5-0, then 7-0 Tampa and they were really happy (once again, Red Sox haters) and then seeing it go from 7-0, to 7-1, to 7-4, to 7-6, to 7-7 and finally to 8-7. They were astounded. They were upset that it happened, but you could tell that they were like wow, holy crap. Some people turned the game off after the fifth inning and opened up the paper this morning and said to themselves, wait what???
I read a blog earlier today “It’s a Kind of Family, It’s a Kind of Insanity” that made a great point. Reason and rationale tells us that this game is over, it’s merely logic, but it’s belief that alters reality. Reality can only happen after it has unfolded. Terry Francona said that he had never seen guys so happy getting on a plane at 1:30 ET. He also said that Coco had the best at bat of his career that night, working Wheeler for ten pitches before hitting an RBI single to tie the game. Coco says: “It’s a playoff game and we’re facing elimination, and we’re down by so much,” Crisp said. “To come back and win it in the ninth on a walk-off by J.D. is pretty much the most amazing thing I’ve ever been a part of.”. Those words really resonate in me. It was the most amazing game that I have ever seen myself, and I am so thankful to the Red Sox for that. I can’t even imagine how the players must have felt. How it must have been to witness it, happening, by your own teams, having it in your own power. I’d love to know what it was like to actually be at Fenway that night, that magical night.
Don’t blame us if we ever doubt ya, you know we couldn’t live without ya, RED SOX, you are the only, only, onlyyy
-Dropkick Murphys [Tessie]
Yogi’s immortal words still resonate within RSN: “It ain’t over ’til it’s over”, and a more contemporary… idea… it ain’t over ’til the Big Papi swings.
Now it’s time for game 6. We’re not thinking comeback (even though a lot of you probably are), remember, we’re thinking game 6. If we focus on game 7 then we won’t win game 6.
This was a dream, this is real, miracles can happen, and I believed.
I live for this